Chelaji's Sojourn 3: The Love of Devotion
Beloved, while engaged in the office of daily tasks,
I anticipate the beauty of myriad-coloured butterflies,
Hovering above Your form,
Sown from the kernel of my endearing love.
It is then that I reminisce on the depth of Your gratitude,
As You peep through the stars, with a celestial smile unspoken.”
Chelaji immediately understood the Seer and continued thus:
“Oh Artist par excellence,
You who have woven the wonders of the world;
And commands the heart to rise with valour,
Do take from me this grasping thorn; rise limitless like the sky,
And fly free into the firmament of infinity.
Who else can I call, my Darling One?
Let me remember Thy name,
Singing Your glories, until the day I merge in Thee.”
Chelaji’s Sojourn 3: The Love of Devotion
Serene was the evening; Chelaji felt a deep yearning within.
The Stars jumped and twinkled from a distant galaxy,
As she faced her Mentor beseechingly, and began to speak:
“Teach me the Love of Devotion, oh Sage.”
He smiled, looked upwards,folded his hands in supplication,
And taught her though prayer thus:
“Here I sit, silently enduring the pain of unfulfilled love,
While the wind blows, conveying an enchanting sound
That whispers to the reverie of my state.
Dearly Beloved, as the lotus opens to the energy of the sun,
Make my heart bloom with celestial joy.
Embrace me with Your call sublime,
And like fragrant garments, let our hearts fly on tapestries of Light.
Beloved, if sweet sacrifices are necessary to reach You,
Then let me pray for a thousand moons, to find my heart’s desire,
As the happiness that You embody, cannot be paralleled.
Blossom-petalled One, You are the sun’s radiance,
Replenishing the deep-seated chasm of my soul,
And I remain unmoving,
As the form of Your silhouette dances in the distant rays.
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The Sage bowed his head and paid homage to Chelaji's understanding.
As the twinkling stars lit up their bodily temples,
They both shone with the Delight of Knowledge.
Slowly, and with cool equanimity,
Two Souls merged into the joy of soulful Silence.
-Manatita 30/01/2014. Copyrighted.
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