Any world where You are not

2009-03-16 19:45

What people call Life, is death for me. Every bit of it has a bad taste, it stinks, it is poison.
O Father, have mercy and pull me up.
Maybe I am not ready, make me ready in an instant and pull me up. I am tired, fed up of this body and "life" which is death. Any world in which my Father is not, is hell and death. This world was palatable since it had your name, and pictures, and since you had once made it holy by walking on it, and breathing its air. But i cannot keep living on just your name and photographs and imagining You to be here.

This world is a graveyard. Only where you are is living.
Lord Krishna was right when he said that all these beings are already dead. All the beings in this world _are_ ghosts.

Father, if you do not pull me up now, I will just lapse into nonexistence. You will never get me. This is my emotional threat to You. I do not not know what keeps me alive after seeing you even this moment. I love you so much I should die this instant looking into your eyes.

Pull me and carry me across, even if i kick and scream, even if i cling to this body or mind, even if there are still some desires left, finish it all like you did for Mother, and absorb me in You.