WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

A THREAD OF GOLD
A wisp of fire, a breath unseen,
A thread of gold, forever keen.
It journeys onward, ever vast,
Through lifetimes lived, from first to last.
It holds the essence, pure and bright,
The spark of love, the guiding light.
It feels unseen, a whispered song,
An echo carried all life long.
Though unseen realms may be its goal,
It finds a home within the whole.
For in the body's earthly grace,
The soul finds form, to find its place.