I'm consciously creating a lot of turbulences & disruptions around me, for i'm sure that the divine has a very discreet way of making his appearance. He won't ever arrive loud and manifest with mighty proclamations. Bliss has its sweet, subtle way of coming to our threshold almost to the point of being unnoticed. Amidst all this chaos & confusion, i so clearly hear the blessings pouring down, as though the divine chantings can be heard amidst all this uproar. I shall wait until the caravan afar gets closer and closer, until the song that i hear in a distance begins to play permanently within my heart. Who on earth would want the music to cease? Who under the heavens would welcome a deafening silence? I pray these divine whisperings never stop making its way towards me - gently, softly, forever drawing closer and closer. Its so clear and so audible - the chants that i hear - that i'm losing all interest in all human compositions. There's a cry so divine, a calling so painful and yet so relieving that even mountains would melt. I could sit here in all the bliss of this solitude, never desiring an interruption by human or an angel, for i'm being poured by a cup that neither belongs to the east nor to the west, the more i drink of it, the more quenched i'm and yet more of it i desire. Heeding to the call, i hearken, "here i am, here i am - all i have is this one life, all i have to offer is to surrender my head at your altar."
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