My karmas and samskaras, my life of malas and of gunas, it all goes into this heat of grace and burns so high, higher because by their nature the karmas are made personal, I lived them as my truth, I became attached to them and then fought with them when I thought I had to become free of them.
The attachment is what is burned. The false belief any of that had anything to do with who I am, that it happened to me.
I did not see it coming... my fire now isn't all about the past, burning the enslavement of limited understanding.
My fire has become about longing. All day, all night, my whole body aches for God. I see God physically manifest in the things that catch my eye and it rends me, I feel myself hit my knees inside again and again, over and over. I am crying, there is no relief.
I am about to be possessed, my suffering's perfect answer, a match in this world at last. My fires answered, I will be sated.
Only in my mind. There is no relief. None.
I am burning, burning for you God. The belief in separation is a burden, a deep wound. It is unbearable; do not fault me for hiding from it when I can, however I can. Because to embody it is excruciating.
This is all about God, dear reader. Most of us end up this way. I hope this doesn't put your sadhana back by a lifetime or two. I can still laugh.
(You and I who are paramashiva, one without second... different mirrors of the same image).