My Life in Shabd by Amrit M.
Everything to become concealed for the good sui generis in Light first blue, then white and after all peacefull.
The Shabd resounds in me, lovingly and calm, thunder-like in Bhajan and persistant calling in repose.
Rose pervades my being, the fragrance when God real near1.
Family bound for unity, together meditating in service to the Word.
Explanation: 1) If nothing stands between the Almighty and the soul – not even a thought –, then the soul experiences the intensive fragrance of the rose.