In the deepest recesses of this heart, someone dwells...

In the deepest recesses of this heart, He dwells. Like fragrance enclosed in the innermost petals of a rosebud, His essence remains locked within. Yet, reverberating through every breath, dissolved in each tear He appears. In every sigh He resides. Woven through and through every particle and fiber of this perishable cage, dwelling quietly, echoing a mute melody, leaving subtle clues of His presence.

Unconsciously and at times consciously this heart tunes in to His mysterious melody. His intimate tender caresses are felt in the gentle breeze. He seems to dwell within and without. In the wind, in the vibrant colors and gentle hues; masquerading as countless flora and fauna. Such magnificence is spread across the heavens as galaxies, adorned in garbs of gold, silver and blue. He is immersed in the aqua-green blue of the deep seas, as well as scattered in the meadows as silvery dew. His essence is specially felt in the loving touch of a friend. The same haunting melody plays within and without yet it seems to emanate from the deepest recesses of the heart.

Evident below and above, low and high, yet immersed in the deepest recesses of this heart, He dwells. On the strokes of this very pen, He rides, chasing Himself in the next word ... in the next sentence ... Seeking to find Himself through this amazing dance. Where is the boundary? Where do I end and where does He begin? Why does He seem so close and yet remains so far? Mirrored in every atom of this Creation, He seems to impersonate all. A mind boggling concept, almost beyond human comprehension.

The ocean, wave, bubble, foam and droplet ... how alike in essence, yet their varied forms delude the eye. So is He like the Ocean, this creation the foam and bubbles and I a mere droplet ... one and the same substance ... mirrored in each other, yet fooled by their form.

In the deepest recesses of the heart, He dwells ... why search for Him anywhere else?

Droplet: Daasan Daasi