Metaphysical Realities: Thursday's Homily for the Devout 6
Wisdom of Sri Krishna
"Weapons cannot cleave the soul,
Fire cannot burn the soul.
Wind cannot dry the soul;
Water cannot drench the soul." The Bhagavad Gita
One Cannot Drench the Soul
Adversity pushes me under, like life –
A battlefield of struggles –
Attempting to cleanse my weary soul.
Head held down, current tossing me against the tide,
Still, I rise! I rise against the tyranny of my own oppression,
Using the Spirit of this living force to fight my wars.
One cannot drench the soul. Loneliness pushes me
And I liquify like sticks in a blender, shedding
The pulp and drinking the nutrients of celery juice,
To make me whole once more.
How can my shadows win this war? True, sometimes I’m a
Raging current, scavenging the dross of my cobwebs,
Yet rising, only to merge into the sea and cleanse myself.
She let me caress her, mingling with my blood and reminding me,
That this body is full of her fuel and without her, I could not live.
One cannot drench the soul, for like water, it is the ocean in a drop,
Which will one day re-discover, its natural state.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 27th October 2019.
Solitude Dances, in the Doorways of the Soul
Come, O Empress of yon distant Kingdom, Come!
I feel the beauty of Your Heart, like the radiant moon,
And I’m stunned into bewilderment.
The sound of Silence whispers,
As solitude dances, in the doorways of the soul.
This sacred tabernacle, is now filled with peerless music.
Birds chirp, flowers blush joyfully; the sitar strums a melody,
As the lotus of my spine unfurls in invitation.
“Come! Come!” A kaleidoscope of colours,
Mingle with my inner flares of psychic Light.
I hear the sweet symphonies of marigolds and bluebells, as
Love bathes this vessel, with its blue rays of supernal sweetness.
My Spirit shelters, in an unspoken rhapsody;
I live in the sacrament, of one million Truths.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 30th October, 2019
Stars mingle in heaven and the moon rises and fades. Together with the sun and its entities, they all spring from the same Light.
Flooding my Sanctum, Through the Portals of the Soul
I could not sleep. Expectations held me like a vice,
And the mind was an ocean of turbulent waves.
The weight of her fragility troubled me, and I was
Amazed that she was so vulnerable to its tentacles.
I prayed all night for a solution, which came at dawn.
So real was He, that I was not conscious of this ‘other’ space,
Between 5:03 a.m, and the dawn of 6:03, a.m.
My arms stretched wide open to receive Him,
Only to be blasted by an unbelievable sweetness of Love,
Flooding my sanctum, through the portals of the soul.
He sent me to some white stones to meditate, a Temple, perhaps,
Where my experience deepened, as in a daze.
I was ready to be His slave forever, but surprise, surprise,
He asked only, that I continue to meditate.
I awoke suddenly with a “Wow!”, that morning,
And knew intuitively, what I was meant to do.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 31st October, 2019
The Joys of Inner Experience
How real is this to you?
I am not here to tell you anything
I am not here to tell you anything … nor to speak of your joys and sorrows … neither to relate the joys of another realm, however real that might be.
I suspect, that like me, you sometimes feel fear, loneliness and isolation from that 'sweet urge' that drives you forward. I'm only a baby whose only wish is that you look into my innocent blue eyes. If you do, then your own soul will teach you of the values of spontaneity, of surrender … of the hidden pulse called Love which you already feel dancing in your Heart.
The same innate drive that makes you drunk, sick, covet money and lust, baptises and chastises you, is always calling: 'Come! Come! Let us walk together. Serve, Love … strive to be happy, for I will only be happy when we are One. God speed! - Manatita
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