What had always been an exchange business Now turned into a Full Moon’s beam Gleaming on the faces of all, reposting to glimmer mine.
Things that once were precious to me had imbued me with self-esteem and heaped in the hope of happiness only to get through my head the futility of sipping from a cup containing capricious juice of joy.
How relaxing and joyous is the way of giving away the adored agglomeration! Just as a flower blossom when it gives off its nectar for a bumblebee to slurp and survive
How did this ecstasy of altruism seep in? Maybe I became receptive to the wind of Grace that always knocks at the doors of deaf, dumb, and blind - blowing away the boundaries of the self and the heart that I knew in illusion - As if everyone and everything is mine And I dissolve my very being into them.
🥰 भैरवी जय भैरवी 🥰
When the wish is to become 'Shoonya' so that nothing of self remains, Joy is just one more consequence.