What will you call the Soul that resists the earthly control to rise above the Heavenly Abode? What will you call the soul that hurls the Laws of ground to stretch its wings on the skies of Love? What will you call the soul that escapes the cage of codes to enter the gates of Divine?
She had done it all…
You might call her a horrible demon, an eternal sinner, or a vicious criminal, but isn’t this verdict born out of complete ignorance; isn’t this judgement sprouted from spiritual unawareness. Those who have tasted the thorns of this PATH on their naked skin will fathom the difference between her earthly disgrace and heavenly elegance.
In her Journey from being spiritually hungry to becoming spiritually awakened, finally her silent prayers were answered and the divine closeness was unrevealed. The flames of sacred fire that had been burning her bosom, feeding on her soul was now purifying her like the gold burnt in blaze. She had crossed the battlefield of ignorance and unhooked the chains of blindness. She had shunned the raiment of earthly virtues and shrouded herself with the heavenly disgrace. She had awakened her soul from the mortal slumber and freed her being from the restraints of rituals. She had risen from the grave, submitted to the divinity, and turned into a ‘SINNER’. She had denied surrendering to falsehood of codes and fled the cage without seeking permission. So, the world that had tried to possess her was obviously not pleased with this SOUL that was BEYOND CONTROL
She was the protest to the hollowness of the earthly laws, the laws that had tried to curb her spiritual Foundation. She had denounced the rules and violated the customs to attain the Divine Union. She was guided by Love but cursed by creed, she was condemned by Edict but protected by Beloved.
She was unrestricted, meditating with birds under the beams of moon. She was contented, rejoicing the sagas of whispering brooks. She was limitless, whirling with wind around the daisy fields.
If you call her a demon, a sinner, or a criminal, then what will you call the Force that stays myopic to the miseries of struggling soul. What will you call the Rule that refuses to discern the flight of shuttering wings? What will you call the LAW that extends its Paws to clutch the divinity of searching eyes?
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