You have claimed me again

anonymous said...
Dear Bhagavan
It cannot be described or even imagined. The Touch of Your Hands.

I wrote volumes of poems on "The Touch", in cheetah language. Those were the grandest moments of my life, nay, all my lives. those moments when i sat on your thighs. Your fingers scratched the corner of my ears.

and then playfully you tickled the front of my neck, where we cheetahs love to be tickled.
in that most delicious and heavenly feeling i slipped in, and drowned ...

there was immense love pouring out of those hands, i licked your hand a bit and you playfully let me nibble gently on your finger (for a second). I wrote one long poem just on that nibble.

the soft loving finger of God, the gentle fingernail, the eyes from which love gushed like they had never before from any eye.

the sound of your words, which i could not understand, but i knew them to be the most loving words ever spoken to me.

no one ever loved me like you did, Father, no one. In those few minutes, you gave me life-times of true love.

Even in this life, you have claimed me again.

--
Meditator Cheetah

June 30, 2007 10:59 AM