AT HIS DIVINE WISH.....

AT  HIS  DIVINE  WISH

Like a playful wave

I swing-

to and fro,

and up

and down,

sometimes in flood,

sometimes in ebb;

always foaming, 

at times bemoaning 

the loss of greater heights....

Creeping

ever so silently 

with a sweet rememberance

of His name

on the infringement of my frothy lips,

I rise to fall

upon

the silent shores, 

the silent floors of Love,

and

back into myself,

receeding--

back into my deep  Bosom.

The secret being that-

He controls

my whole activity;

He, who is my Truth :

my Treasure Trough

hidden in the depths

of my  very being---

and

At His Divine Wish

I rise 

and I fall....

to  emerge  and

to  submerge

day 

after

day................

___neelam sethi

     17.09.2012