His voice is my meditation
His words the source of enlightenment ;
My core desires to amalgamate into his voice
No word uttered by him
Has not been etched in the memory of my time
Designed to envelope every utterance of his divinity
For the time of drought ,
My beautiful mind plays his symphony
As his words reverberates for me to rejoice
His words , his voice, to be able to listen to him is the goal of my existence
