You are the blessing

Walking down the lane,
knocking every door,
trying everything for that unknown,
divine feeling.

I depended on people,
on doctrines and on self denial,
hoping to get salvation for the soul,
an occasional bliss.

It was never about finding the answer,
It was only about understanding the question;
and I stood for so long,
confused and failed.

I am the bird,
and you are my song,

I am the matter,
and you are my energy.

I am the prayer,
and you are the blessing.

Beloved, you are the goddess
I am your devotee.

I understand;

So much of everything
cannot compliment you.

For I am the earth
and you are the raindrop.

A walk-back is impossible,
a denial; is unacceptable.

And if separation is inevitable,
DEATH SEEMS MORE PROBABLE.