WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

YOUR OWN WILL 
Go now; ascend beyond the vaulted sky,
Embrace the freedom born of your own will.
No breeze I'll hinder, though tears may later lie,
A silent, tender  evidence, a lingering chill.
The garden's fragrance, yours and mine entwined,
Cannot be bound by any closed-off door.
This earth adorned, with scents of every kind,
Its beauty offered, meant to be adored.
Our bodies, fragile vessels, hold the light,
A divine offering, plucked for sacred truth.
No true devotion without taking a ride,
A journey toward emancipation's sooth.
I glimpse the rainbow, pausing love's own tale,
Seeking for  final release, beyond the veil.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI