There was a  time I was addicted to wine

Now that craving is replaced by this Divine Ras called Amrut

The irony is that it fills my thirst only when I let go of my thirst for it

What a crazy demand huh

I just wait pretending as if I’m not waiting

But Only

When my intentions are right it fills my crown up with it’s sublime vibrance

& I swim in it’s nectar of bliss

Okay, there is one more absurd rule to it

You are not even allowed to miss it

Just by embracing what is

you win it’s heart

Letting you

Drench into it’s holy waters.