Map of the Soul…

It does not take time
For innocent waiting
To turn suddenly
Into the roar of love
For you to then burst
Into your deepest song and
Cutting deep through the ego-field
Self-destruct and dance…
If you know what I mean.

A gentle stream born of melting snows
Murmuring over time-rounded stones
Is not aware of her own plunge
Coming up ahead…
Where it’ll tear the valley
With its cascading force
And, thrilled, crash free
Of its previous form

As the world looks on.

You never know what you carry
And why –
Till the map of your soul
Brings you to it.

There, Now (Rakhi Varma, 2021)

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