WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

NEAR
Like a dark gloom fell down,
From the cosmic bright sky,
Death is the next phase of life,
A change of dress, a disrobing;
A birth into the unborn again,
Beginning where we ended;
Opening where we closed;
It is a crossroad of eternity;
A giving up of everything,
To hold again for nothing,
The end of the unreal,
And the beginning of the real,
Carry me on your shoulders,
Let me enjoy the divine touch,
My obsession and pleasure now on,
Is to be tight on your cold lips,
Entrusting my body and soul to you,
Love is so kind and not blind,
My whole is being scattered
Everywhere here and there
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI