Fwd: Verse 071, Lalleshwari

[Bharat Churiwala]

The anahata sound,

Is beyond time and space.

Yet within every one.

Its final abode is the Void,

Where it has neither name nor color,

Neither origin nor form.

When it rises on its own,

As pure “I“ awareness,

It’s first form is subtle sound,

It's second, a tiny point of light.

O Lalli, then it mounts,

The horse of the breath,

And rides in and out,

In the form of So'ham.

Verse 071, Lalleshwari.