The invisible Garland

When love herself -MEHER'S Grace- the invisibe garland & near imperceptible deluge-
hit me over the head like a country railway watertank falling apart at the seams
I was drenched
not with heavy water, effervescent LIGHT.
-the sweetest kind of rain-
Bliss tore through my portions
Ecstacy erupted up & through me
all the moss which had gathered round the wall of the rolling stone
simply burned away
only the spray from the waterfall remained
-like the SUN-
an irrepressible enigma.

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