By: Sheenam Dhingra Tagged Atman, Begintowrite, Calledtobecreative, Connection, Creativewriting, Divine, Healing, Journey, Lastday, Life, Serendipity, Soulful, Story, Writingexercise
This blog is a continuation of My last day on Earth- by Dr. Jappneet Pall
……….. If this is my last day on Earth,
I do so acknowledge your presence, my divine grace, and pray and hope my deepest desires of reciprocated love be fulfilled, overflowing the full ocean of love in my heart, unlocking it forever into the abyss of miraculous gracious all-encompassing love, bringing solace to a thirst of so many eons. I pray for the discerning eye where I honor myself and acknowledge to depth the wisdom of an innate knowing so strong, it doesn’t let me go the way of the world, no matter how the insecure brain of mine ( which I have truly learned to love) tries to manipulate it.
A journey of life, where I Am The Traveler, a work in progress till breath is, for that is how it was ordained and that is all I Am capable of understanding at this point, the many experiences of life, some in unawareness or ignorance, some out of control, but a lot debilitating, turning my life and transforming the very fundamental foundations of my existence.
So spurned in my journey am I that I do not want to belittle the experience of my precious soul by explaining it to a set of prejudiced and sometimes cruel minds, for finally, I acknowledge my pain as worthy of being embalmed and healed back and sewn together with the threads of love emanating from within endlessly, always. And so I justify my soul finally accepting it as a naive, full of love, spurned yet spirited, sensitive, vast wholesome ME!, ever the romantic dreamer, refusing to let go or diminish my desire to be totally loved and to be so acknowledged as I AM LOVE.
From when I can remember I have this feeling of watching life happen from the sidelines. How to write about a time so deeply set within, yet acknowledged and worked upon with the finesse and detached thoroughness of an expert surgeon. It all seems to be resolved, yet a work in progress. A changing scene, as if the tides of time and life keep coming and going, changing all that is.