Sairam dear sisters and brothers,

This group is surely blessed with so much of energy in
it.Just felt like sharing some of my inner thoughts.
Somehow feel like I am talking to swami himself while
actually doing this.

Swami, You suddenly seem to be there in every breath
of mine.Your grace has given me the strength and made
me capable of actually realising the infinite grace
beiong showered upon me by you. From morning to the
evening , u just seem to be holding my hand ... Oh my
lord, During the time of meera who craved for none but
you, taking you as her husband, u had to come down to
respond to her love. Swami , these days u have taken
the position of my lord , my beloved and my husband. I
seem to feel happy with fresh love, full of energy. I
start smiling while doing my daily activities... And u
know what swami, Even if i am not particularly
thinking about you, my mind may be busy doing the
karmas bound to me, but my heart and soul seem to be
one with you. Oh beloved, everytiome I close my eyes,
I can see your giving darshan, listening to bhajans,
getting close to me, doing narayan seva and most
primarily as the MIGHTY LORD SIVA. . . The enery, the
power and the attraction that is drawing every nit of
me to you is sooooo senstitizing that I just
thoroughyl lose myself . . . Swami I can feel you
holding me tightly and teling to continue with my
daily chores and wait patiently for your call.. Swami
i understand that u not only share this with me but
with teh whole world . . . And the more I can feel
you completely in me as one , the more I feel like
your ardhangini, the more I begin to love the world .
. . Swami your love is driving me blissfully crazy ..
I have one sincere prayer swami . . please bless the
whole world to feel your warn, loving and caring hand
next to them every second swami . . we the blessed
ones have experienced your fulfilling love, and can
only make a universal prayer to be your true, sincere
and selfless instrument in spreading your love, purely
by placing ourselves completely at your lotus feet.

Drowned in your love,
sai sevadal . . .