This is that dhvani —
the living pulse,
my own hidden treasure.

During a moment with a little child —
who simply demanded “first give me that” —
I was already offering what I had,
kept folded quietly in my pocket, knowingly - she will ask!

That was the Śrī Devī Ākāśavānī – Vanadurgā Ārādhanā Laharī.
But it had been published separately — and it was incomplete,
because the vision had not yet fully manifested.

This sevaka had not yet shown the rūpa of the One he was worshipping,
nor allowed his bhāva to become visible —
not until the tears came.

And then came the final message:
“It is still not accepted.”

Only then did I understand —
to give what I had kept within me all this time.

This one line —
was my mantra.
My journey.
My breath.
I have lived with it.
And now, I will live within it.

In truth, it was my only possession.
The only thing that truly belonged to me.

Now, I offer it.
To my Mother, my Universe 

— Mā Vanadurgā.