In The Twinkling Stars, Paradise Lost
In The Twinkling Stars: Paradise Lost
Anchored in the twinkling stars;
Suffused by a peace that made me silent,
I lay absorbed in transcendent bliss.
Tears of joy poured from my eyes,
As love flowed powerfully through my soul,
And paralysed my speech.
Deep within, I danced on the horizon;
Walked into tomorrow’s dawn, and
Yearned for the coming of my sunrise.
My heart embraced life’s searing pangs
With a dynamic cosmic flow,
And I smelt the breadth of the meadows,
Whispering fragrances through the ether.
The universe sang to me:
There was the sound of sweet children; meandering streams,
The scent of the waterfalls; of golden dreams.
The radiant shore beckoned from yon distant sea,
I continued to glow in sweet ecstasy-glee.
“No more!” I cried. This bliss is immense!
Sweet Ocean of happiness; such wonderful presence.”
But wait! From this infinite vast,
I awoke with a start,
How I wish I’d held on, to Peace lovingly caught. - Manatita10th July, 2013
HOPE, SWEET HOPE
ETERNAL NOW – my closest pal – You’re all I have.
For both my past and future have seen me starve,
Of love so precious, so sublime and deep.
TODAY – my Dearest Friend, in You I rest my hope.
For in your unfailing possibilities lies my scope
Without You, my bosom allies, the pangs of separation
From the Supreme – my life’s breath – so hard to bear,
Would fan the tearing of my aching heart asunder.
Do not desert me, Mother Time,
Your worldly charm my only crime.
In my wakefulness and in my sleep,
Empower me with constant memories
Of my Lord divine.
Gentle chisel out the seeds of sorrow from within,
And grant me an all-consuming joy.
Here on this couch of memories, I sleep,
And when at last I wake, let it be,
To the bliss-immortal-nectar of Your silhouette;
The sound of Your laughter next to me.
Could all this be realised?
I hope, sweet hope.- Manatita 14/8/2000.
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