The Beloved

- Satbir Bhatia

A gray color transcended the sky the form of a cloud. 

The branches of the trees were shaken by a strong aggressive wind. 

The sun was shining brighter than it ever had, when he emerged from an ocean of roses.

As the Beloved walked towards his chariot of petals, the clouds showered their sweet fragrance. 

The light of the sun had emerged when a breath of fresh air ran past. 

It brought along with it a sense of change which the gathering wanted.

The gods sat on thrones of gold surrounded by clear untouched water. 

The kingdom of life had gathered, attracted by the anticipation of his voice fulfilling their stone hearts.

Every drop of water in the vast ocean had gathered and started calling their brethren to join them. 

When rivers flowed faster, tears began to flow.

The day of devotion had arrived.

Their beloved had finally brought water to quench their thirst. 

As though a dying man had been given a child’s body. 

The world stopped. Time froze. 

The Beloved had passed thought stormy weathers to find this desolate dying island.

His presence caused the heavens to sing and the stars to dance. 

His coming had brought a warmth similar that, a child brings to his mother. 

His coming had seasoned a baron land with crop, which spread throughout the kingdom. 

His coming attracted the flocking birds who built a shelter for the world.

The beloved sang whilst the followers were entranced.

A moment which felt like blissful eternity.

Cometh the beloved to save the masses, gracing us with true freedom from our temples...

Showing us to build a temple within.

This happens each blessed day within this desolate island...

The island of the mind

Whenever the beloved takes up residence therein.

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