A letter is written
with tears of the heart
The benevolent Guru
pens a poem
shows me the mirror and
offers a pinch of blessed vibhuti
Months pass by in feverish activity
Sadhana is kept up.
A few mishaps, but
mostly on the track
Nandi, my only inspiration
“Follow Shiva’s instructions,
and just wait.”
Then an opportunity comes
to be silent for a few days and
the Guru’s magic unfolds
In the sacred space of the Dhyanalinga
a space arises between me
and everything else,
which I thought was me
A deep pain which I bore in my heart
for many years, dissolves, and
flowers of Joy begin to Blossom
Tears of the heart
are transformed into
Tears of Gratitude.
—An Isha ashramite
