God is pregnant with me...

Thus speaks God to me

Within these fragmentary moments of divine

When silence is the only speech

And all speech is gone

When a drop of water doesn’t even disturb its own surface

Leaves stop dancing on the ethereal stage of wind

And wind hugs close to the earth

The calmness of the Sea is eluding moon’s seduction

And waves hold each others’ hand in awe

Rivers and streams put down their watery anchors

On the rocks beneath

Reflections forget reflecting back

Earth stops its Sufi whirling

Honey bees retire from buzzing so long

Candles burn unflickering

Vehicles on the road forget honking

And when the silence of the night

Finds itself naked and alone

In that moment of solicitude

I come to know that God is pregnant with me

I live in “His” womb

I wonder if “He” is taking proper care of “Himself”