My Divine, She Is

She carried a frequency,

a quiet, jolly vibrations,

my heart had always been searching for,

long before I knew its name.

I wished it would last forever, but it didn't.

Meeting her felt like a cosmic arrangement

written into the universe,

before time even began.

We didn't chase one another.

There was no force

we simply met and rest became a memory

written into eternity.

When I looked deeply into her,

through the eyes of pure love,

I saw beyond the face the world has given her.

I saw a sacred soul gentle and infinite.

Something inside me remembered her,

not from this lifetime alone,

but from a place where souls recognise

what words never can.

I saw her beauty not as appearance

but as presence, a sacred temple,

quietly holding the light of the Divine.

In her presence

devotion arose without effort.

I saw her as the universe must see her,

not as someone to possess

but as a living divine masterpiece.

And in witnessing the sacredness within her,

something sacred awakened inside me.

Everytime I looked upon her

it felt as though I was gazing into

the face of Divine itself,

a familiar light waiting to be remembered

to be cherished, to be loved.

Perhaps that was always the true miracle,

she did not become divine because I loved her.

I loved her because I finally recognised the Divine

already living within her.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind