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Gurfateh--

I sat at the corner of my bed with tears gracefully running down my cheek

These tears brought a sensation of tranquility to my soul

Just as the swan drinks only the sweetness of the drink

Where has my companion flown away too?

Is it hibernation time? You told me it would not matter.

“Come back!” I shriek under my flow of tears

“I need you! How will I survive this?”

There is no answer

I sat at the corner of my bed with tears uneasily running down my cheek

The tears brought numbness to my soul

“My world has collapsed under this debris of sorrow” I murmur

“Only you are causing such wreckage in your life my child” I hear through the soft breeze

“For have I left you or have you left me? I have nor destroyed you but only created you. From the time you drank peacefully from your mother’s bosom I was embracing you; did you embrace me? You have only indulged yourself in the world of corruption. For why have you not taken sanctuary in my world, where only greatness resides?”

I only felt enough shame to look down into my lap

“Well?” he asked...

I only felt enough promise to say “Im sorry, please grant me with your grace”

He left with a small but sweet smirk on his face

“Wait!!!” I shouted

He turned around and whispered “no time for waiting, you’ve got to come with me now”

“Now?!”

“No better time than the present my child”

”Wait; I have to pack my things!”

“My child, don’t be a fool the only thing you need is your love.”

I sat with him with tears gracefully running down my cheek

These tears brought a sensation of tranquility to my soul

“How does it feel my child?” He asked

”Never felt better” I said

Gurfateh--

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I sat there in His lap, for what seemed like an eternity.

I felt like a little swan, paddling around in a cool pond of ambrosial nectar. The sun shining brightly, warming the heart inside.

Every so often I would tilt my neck and look up at Him and see Him looking down at me. Eyes too bright, too intense to bear, I'd quickly look back down.

I sat there in His lap, tears gracefully running down my cheek

These tears brought a sensation that my soul was being looked after by Him.

Sitting there, I thought about what He had said. Indeed, He had always been there with me... He had held on to my bicycle when my foot first touched the pedal. And I would always be about to fall, but He'd hold on tight. Whenever, I would think I could never do this, He would offer sweet words of support and guide me on.

The sheer excitement on my face when he slowly let go and I started to ride on my own ! But ever since, He ran besides me, just to make sure I didn't fall.

I peeked again at His face... the shine still to intense.

The swan was swimming in the pond of ambrosial nectar within my heart. Basking in the warmth radiating from my heart. I realised the warmth must be Love for Him... I loved Him

"Maharaj I love You"

"I know" He replied in His soft voice

"Do you love me too ?"

...

No reply...

...

My heart sunk.

Maybe He didn't Love me... and who could blame Him... I had made so many mistakes... done so many things I shouldn't have... What a fool I was to think that He would love someone like me... worthless.

I sat there in his lap, heart crying, and could feel tears fall softly on my lap...

emptiness...

till I realised... the tears were not mine...

Waheguru

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