By ChoitalykRuman
In the deep courtyard of meditation,
I suddenly glimpsed a vision
No sky, no earth,
Only light and a gentle pull.
A tender force, like a mother’s embrace,
wrapped around my heart;
I was then a child,
floating in a blend of laughter and tears.
Some might call it a dream,
Some might call it imagination
But to me, it was
The touch of the Beloved.
I whispered to that light
“Keep me close,
Let all my paths lead to You.”
##ChoitalykRuman; ##ummeymiah
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