The Resting Place

It is Me..

Ye Old Soul
Stirring you to reach out in desire
A daring jump through the Ring of Fire

It is Me..

A connection to the River of Origin,
Flames writhing in ecstasy
Serpentine curves of purity
Hiding the seeds of creation

It is Me..

Do you remember?
The No-Time of No-Separation
Impossible to delineate
The Kiss of Surrender
An Eternal State

It is Me..

O’ Brave Viking
Standing at the dead end
No morsel will bring you pleasure
Nor honey taste sweet
As you drown in your longing for Me

It is Me..

Do you see?
Open your mind’s eye
Be prepared to get dazzled
No diamond nor jewel can compare
To the brilliance that calls your name

It is Me..

Do you recognize me?
The arms that graced your neck
A loving embrace
Gentler than a garland of marigolds
A light touch, sensuous like a peacock feather

It is Me..
Ever Forgiving, Forever Loving
Take a deep breath, Dear One,
Let go and Free Fall
A complete immersion of the soul
Unlike just dipping your toes

It is Me..

You Gypsy traveller
An Arena of Infinite awaiting your arrival
Falter not your step
Heavy desires relinquished, no inhibitions
A Being lighter than a fragrance
You cross over the final door step

It is Me..

Welcome Home, O’ Naked One
You’ve missed me all of your life
A joyous ride it’s been,on the curve of your smiling lips
Greet your Original state
As you rest your weary head
In the quiet strength of my lap

It is Me..
Dearly Beloved,
The One who resides forever in your heart
And dances in your every breath
You’ve reached The Resting Place,
My cool palm on your forehead

There is nowhere else to Be.

~ Pinakini Naik

A picture I took of the place I visited in the Blue Ridge Mountains a couple of weeks ago.