OUR DIVINE BELOVED by Subhadra Bappler

This poem is about the eternal search for our Divine Beloved...

For me it's also about finding my voice and lighting my inner flame. When I realize that the more I fall into love, I instantly connect with my unique expression... then nothing can discourage me from being myself. If I go into a striving mood I feel lost and blocked in my expression. This poem sprouted during the past months through some realization that the more I cultivate love, the more everything falls into place...

Flower Mandala by author

Our Divine Beloved

by Subhadra Bäppler

Oh love!

How much I long to express your enchanting names

to feel the scent of your presence

and the gaze of your soft eyes

watching me from your abode

kissed by the sweetness

of your eternal presence

closer to me than the breath itself

This inner search

to hear your whisper in my heart

like following a trail of rose petals

leading me deeper into the garden of love

The more I discover myself

in the light of your love

and in the sacred moments of life

bathing in an outburst of expression

dancing from the core of my heart

realising what is already there

in this sacred walk of life...

Subhadra Bäppler was born and raised in a Bhakti yoga community and lives in a rural surrounding in Sweden where she loves to immerse herself in poetry, devotional music, yoga, collecting herbs and gardening. She finds her inspiration from daily reflections, nature, journey, prayer and relationships... and uses the language of poetry as a way to connect deeper with her heart. You may contact her on facebook here.

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