did you hear through the wind
that we were talking about you
your twinkle eyes
kind-loving heart
did you hear through the wind
that we still care about you
in separateness you choose to dwell
night heavy, stormy clouds
I know you know Mother's summons cannot be ignored
Grandmother Aya has told you so
sooner or later your story will be told
come home my twin
the crisis is over and the person is no more
dispel doubts and delusions of the time-bodied reasons
you are Love without the conditions
Truth without projections
in One Name this Kingdom is the revelation, all else are mere perceptions
unerring are the ways of the shepherd
those who stray will eventually find their way
the unspoken does not need to be spoken
so one final say
then I shall leave words in their resting place
come home my twin, your family awaits
SitaraAlaknandaShakti (c)
