Coach Me

Coach Me

Through the window of my mind
I see only
A blinding dust-storm.

Through the window of my heart
I see and feel the same ‘desert’
As your Silence-Vastness-Beauty.

My Beloved Lord,
The moment I go and open
My eyes, ears and mouth
You vanish in thin air
And I am all covered in desert-dust.

My sweet Beloved, please, please
Coach me
To see, hear and feel only
You in the world,
For the world in You.

– Prachar Stegemann.

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