Chelaji's Sojourn 2: Entering the Light. (poem)
Chelaji’s Sojourn 2 (poem)
“Can I enter, o Door of Light,
My heart is burdened with grief,
And my heart is now an empty void.
The storms of life have torn the garments of my self-esteem,
And my bones ache,
Through the toil and weariness of a troubled life.
Seems like I’ve sought You
Through endless caverns and dark nights.
Now, like an old pair of shoemaker’s soles,
My spirit is worn,
By the long and fruitless search, oh Sage.”
“Chelaji, have I been anything else but what you seek?
Where, if not within, is the very yearning
that now soaks up your garments?
Am I not the very longing that pushes you
To the pinnacle of Light?
You seek me in your mirror, when you gaze with intent,
As I lie in the shadows of your darkened past.
I am the moon, the celestial rivers and the blazing sun,
Yet I dine with the messengers of darkness
in your troubled dreams.
O Chelaji, your screams are the children of your tomorrows,
And as the babe belongs to the mother’s womb,
So do these cries belong to the rhythm of your Natural State.”
“O Sage, am I then the Dreamer and the dream?
The lyrics and the rhythm of the instrument that writes?
Do you say that I am the deer longing for the musk,
Which lies within the core of its own Being?”
"Yes, Chelaji, you are that radiant Pearl
lying at the ocean’s bed.
The Singer of the meadows song;
The Essence that brings fragrance,
To fill an entire sea of snow.
You are the humming of the nightingale,
And the song-bird par excellence.
You pine for a realm which you once knew!
You are the radiance of the Sought,
And the Sought is You,
Expressing Your fulfilled,
And fulfilling dances of Immortality.”
Chelaji’s heart quickened as she became illumined,
And was now a kite of love,
Where humans could fly.
She saw in a flash the Absolute Dreamer,
Manifesting Its dreams
As she became that Dream.
Now it was Her moment,
Concealing and revealing
this mystery to Her own creations,
Burning her inner lamp to see her way home,
And dancing with perpetual Joy. – Manatita 26th December, 2
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