Pierce me a thousand times,Pierce me infinity more,Through every wound and every fall,My heart returns to Your door. Break me, burn me, tear me apart,Yet still I rise, I still depart,To find the light beyond the pain,To dance with You in sacred rain. No cut so deep, no shadow so wide,Can pull my soul from …
I enter in silence,a servant of the Sound.No sword in hand —only stillness sharp enough to cut. Ego breathes its last —not with a scream,but with a sigh. The Shabd rides through me.I am not the rider.I am not the road. I am what remainsafter the illusion falls. No name.No self.Just Presence.