Yesterday I wandered too far,
Striving for something I forgot I already had.
Fog descended, smothering the trail.
Disorientated, I stumbled, twisted my ankle, grazed my knee.
Lost and alone, bruised and bleeding,
Waiting for the mist to lift.
I sensed the haze close in
Becoming thicker and heavier.
In well-thought-out plans of escape,
I became further entrapped.
Until I remembered the key you gave me,
And softened to seek your guidance within.
A spark of clarity burned through the haze.
This impenetrable fog, I now see,
Is of my own creation.
And you’ve graced me the key to its unmaking.
Today I walk with Shabda in my pocket,
A rare pearl charged with our love at dawn.
A love so powerful it sets me alight and radiates out.
Graced to be a vessel, divine purpose refound.
(Shabda: power of divine love in expression)