Swedish Bhairavi Says: “Inside the Not-Yet”

I don’t usually share poems here, but this one has lived quietly in the background for a few years.

It came during a time when I was deep within - in a cocoon-like space.
A place of alchemy. It was not something I resisted, rather something I preferred to stay unseen within.
There are phases like that… when the transformation is too raw or too sacred to expose.

A poem-

Of being held in an inner process.
Of letting things unfold without knowing exactly what will emerge - but sensing something might.
A hope… to merge.

We each have our own rhythm. Our own timing.
Perhaps these words speak to you wherever you are on your path.

Inside the Not-Yet

Find my love - somewhere over the moon,
far, far away... yet maybe only a breath away.

Find me there - in the realms of Devi,
in the realms of the Most Supreme.
For I have nowhere else to go
than to knock on Her door,
hoping She will let me in.

Do not search for me
until I have merged with the ocean -
where all becomes one.

It might take time...
yet maybe only a breath away.

Patience is not a virtue of mine -
thus, my heart and throat burn at times.

Do not call me until I have merged with Her.
Do not look at me until then. Not Yet.

In longing and becoming, with love,

Swedish Bhairavi