Now

The world enjoys singing your glories, remembering you, reading about You and remembering You, sweet Father.

Not me! I cannot tolerate it any longer. I hate to think of you and remember You. I want union NOW, immediately, dearest Father. No more waiting, no more thinking, no more playing about with your shadows and reflections.

Final and everlasting union, dearest one. Each cell screams for You. How blessed these eyes are, to have recognized you in an instant, and these ears to have remembered your name. Like a faithful dog, who never forgets his masters scent even after a life, I recognized you.

And now the pining has to be over, Father. I've played enough games, I've played the bhakti game with your names and idols thinking them to be you.