Beckoning shores

I am waiting for a vision of God: she has been implied in my life
Now it is time to take down the veil and reveal the greater light
It is quite exciting to know that soon the answers will arrive
To Questions that have plagued me for centuries yet to survive

A life that is rough as the white foamed rapids is a great source
There are no attachments in such context, so great is the force
Ordinary comforts dont form a warm, secure, cocoon of illusion
Thus there is no fear of its loss as could happen through separation

A thief can come into my home and take away all that is inside
I shall not stop him as there is no need for these props that fade
Life has to be without any fear and with complete trust in Divine
There is no way I can live any further without the vision sublime

I have few obligations left and there are one or two attachments
These are tenuous and becoming slowly ready for detachment
A boat stands tethered to pier, tugging slowly at its mooring
A gentle wind has arisen, ready to take me to shores beckoning