His Reflection

In my journey across the plain plateau of life, stalled in the undulating landscape, the course of the designated track as ordained, I don’t lose. The hazards on the way, paving the path of protection, I could follow and escape to safety, as I walk toward the final destination. I don’t believe in what is said with dubious authority that the genes control life's pace, and the free will is the prime driver. Configuring the essence of the motif, designed by the supreme architect, I feel the surge of divine ecstasy flow with the sense of sacred fulfillment in the stream of enlightened existence. In the wilderness of torment my secluded soul is not a forlorn bird , for I can suffuse my stifled being with the heavenly breath, realizing the cyclic karmic fate of being what I’m meant to be, that God predetermines in a blink between life and death. Released from the fold of sense-response my anguished mind ever content, lies still in meditative tranquility of devout mindfulness of piety. At the end of the mortal dark tunnel I find the guiding light of godly galaxy, where the devoted life reaches the stratum of consciousness. I travel within through the corridor of agony to the boundless sea of bliss, where I swim sanctified with my soul floating free on the crest of spiritual wave. I see the serene shore of nirvana waiting beyond the crashing tides of time as my ultimate abode. Blessed, and illumined by divine radiance I perceive in the shadow of qualm the reflection of His benevolence within me.