The Dawn of Love Beckons: DedicationTo Nellieanna, A Sacred Lady, By Manatita
The golden dawn of Love beckons,
As I push through the mist to find my way.
resigned to chasing shadows,
I am bound or fettered in my Soul.
O slumbering child, crying inside this forlorn heart,
Free me from my quagmire of desires;
This dance of ego.
The river of Light beckons me, and
Its glow of rhododendrons ‘cross yon distant fields,
Fills me with Your radiance;
I yearn for the vibrancy of sunflowers,
To poise with majesty
From Love’s rhapsody of the Soul.
In search of peace,
My breath points to the scent of daffodils;
The ecstatic feel of the mother’s hand on a fertile womb,
Blossoming with the joys of heaven.
Day and night Your beauty augments,
Like a twinkling star, to the pinnacle of perfection, and yet,
I behold a new delight, with each morning’s sunrise.
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How can I redress my Ignorance?
I wish to nourish You, my Beloved.
To gaze into those gleaming eyes of infinity;
To feed You, while You sway cradled
In my spirit's core.
Come, my Darling,
Let me drink freely of Your enchantments;
Where ever Your sojourn, let me follow.
All my life, I have been found wanting,
Until You flooded my existence-breath,
And I re-discovered my appetite for zest.
Beloved, here in this ephemeral haven,
I offer my salutations.
Reach out and take those hands
Folded in supplication,
While I call out Your name.
Let me be lost in stupor, with Your divine Essence
Cascading ‘sweetness’within my Soul,
And all becomes Ananda. (Delight).
-Manatita 21st April, 2014. Copyrighted.
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