He came in my dreams, cloaked in light,
A presence so warm, so calm, so bright.
With a silent smile, he touched my soul,
A blessing that made the broken whole.

Who is this guide, this unseen grace,
With wisdom etched upon his face?
A stranger, yet I felt I knew,
In every word, a world anew.

I wander now through waking hours,
Seeking him in temples, trees, and flowers,
Listening close, in whispered wind,
For traces of where his blessings begin.

Oh, Guru of my soul’s deep night,
Unknown to form, yet known to sight,
I search with faith, I walk with peace,
Trusting our paths again will meet, Awaiting for blissful life for that moment.


© Smiling Soul