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
© 2019 manatita44
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AUTHORMy pleasure. Stay safe.
Manatita44,
Thank you kindly for all this information.
It is much appreciated.
- AUTHOR
I have written about Rumi and his poems here. He was a God-man like some we know. The Christ, the Buddha and so forth. His poetry comes from his inner experiences with God. He is not a human love poet. He was a Spiritual Master with Disciples. Before that he was an Islamic scholar with devotees and probably the best in the land.
He wrote poetry after an encounter with a man called Shamsi-Tabriz, who infused the Light of God into a Rumi, who was ready and very receptive to that kind of experience. (Ripe)
I like you and your poems are excellent. From those I have seen, they relate to life in a very tangible topical way and speak to the mind of humans. Human love, despair, failings, hope and so forth. Mystics are different. They are constantly pointing us to God and inner experiences of the Heart.
Rumi is the best know foreign poet in the West and he wrote 60,000 poems. Your poems are not like his. In fact, not even close! The sublimity and loftiness is missing as well as the depth.
This is no shame. On the positive side, you show an increasing awareness of Spirituality, and will get there some day. My own perception is that you are not there yet.
Audrey Howett and Nellieanna are two outstanding poets here, yet their work is different. I wrote about poetry and the different kinds of poets in a very recent Hub. Have a read.
Your sentiment is heartfelt and I appreciate it. Much gratitude.
Your writing is so heartfelt. I can relate to them.
I had not heard of Rumi, until I started writing on here.
Some have said my work is alot like his...i don't know.
But I do enjoy reading his work now.
Nice writing.
- AUTHOR
Indeed, Rumi, like my Teacher, are both God-intoxicated souls. Thank you, Peggy.
Your poems and the words of Rumi always propel us towards seeking our better selves and deserving of the world beyond.
- AUTHOR
haha.
Rumi was God made flesh. Who knows when I will be consciously One? Grace ..
more Grace ... amazing Grace. Gratitude
You are here to tell everything, my dear Brother! I consider myself blessed to have read Rumi's poetry, and after knowing you, I feel double-blessed! You are my modern Rumi!
Your poetry is chicken-soup for the Soul!
Sean
- AUTHOR
Then you are a most beautiful crystal sent by God, a soldier warrior of Light, playing your role in the sweet manifestation of His cosmic dance. Peace.
Haha, Sodier-warrior of Light! You think highly of me. Thanks for reminding me about the soul. My name in Chinese means beautiful crystal. Li Ching.
- AUTHOR
Gratitude, my Young Soldier-warrior of Light, Li-Jen.
Thank you so much! Yes, the soul is more real than the body. It is an actual spark of God. Amitabha.
Note: remind me. What does your name mean?
Hi Manatita, welcome back to HubPage! Happy to see you writing. I hear your voice reciting the poems hehe. You described the soul creatively. It's literally putting our soul into everything! Thank you for sharing.
- AUTHOR
Thank you Dee.
I celebrate your time here on Hub pages. Did I meet you here? Yes, I did. How many years? What can I say? Evolution is as it should be and we are both moving forward with Grace and Love. God speed!
Manatita, thanks for continuing to share your wisdom and your craft. As always, your literary images get my attention, as does your theme of fulfillment and renewal. Excellent work!
- AUTHOR
Indeed!!
Thanks for all of your prayers Manatita ji!
Hopefully, he would be an amazing human being filled with love for all.
- AUTHOR
Hi Alicia, my Dear excellent writer. So kind of you!
Thank you so much! I'm so glad that like some of my friends here, you allow yourself to be open enough to feel the beauty in my Heart. Love you!
I've missed reading your poetry, Manatita. I appreciate the imagery and the thought-provoking ideas that you share. This article is inspirational.
- AUTHOR
Such curious eyes! Adorable indeed! Why do we loose this beauty? Of course my prayer is that young Hussain will always retain his, God's Grace. He should be a great soul! Hari Om Tat Sat!
Aww thanks Manatita ji!
I hugged him from your side. He is so adorable little baby.
Shukria bhaia ji!
- AUTHOR
Congratulations Nikki.
Joy to little Hussain. Give him a hug for me.
Ruby, Ah, my Sweet. You are indeed so sweet … so sweet and charming too. Yes, I'm blessed. Words come to me so easily! God has blessed me with two of the most significant things in Sri Chinmoy's philosophy: Aspiration and Manifestation.
The first one means a longing or yearning for God and the second is basically service. So first we pray and then we use the Light of prayer to serve the God in us and the spiritually hungry world.
I treasure your words. Spiritual people are not special, in the sense that they know that all beings are God's children … their brothers and sisters … that you are quintessentially made in the image of Spirit. Much Peace.
Just when I think you've written the most beautiful poetry, you write another, more beautiful than the last. You are so blessed with a poetic heart.
- AUTHOR
Haha. A good try! I know of those who won't even attempt it!! Lol. My brother Ioannis would, though. Our Lord bless His Spirit.
The first poem speaks of the immortality of the soul … of You. The second depicts the soul bathing or basking in the endless beauty of God, The Absolute. The third speaks of a real encounter of a very high spiritual experience that I had during sleep in Burundi on October 5th. Hope this helps.
My language is very deep even at the best of times. Even so they can be unravelled. Keep praying. You seem to be doing fine.
Your poetic descriptions of life here and now bring gentle awareness that our presence here is as much as our presence there beyond, in the world that we cannot see with our eyes, but we can feel with our heart - it exists. As we live now in love, so shall we live there in love. This is merely my interpretation of today's beautiful poetry.
- AUTHOR
Yes, my Didiji. The Gita is immortal! So logical too ... yet so wise.
Thanks for your heartfelt sentiment. Much gratitude.
Immortal poetry Manatita ji!
Ram has written Gita very well, every line of this book is another chapter of reality. Quote from Rumi was great. Thanks for sharing.
Namaste!
- AUTHOR
Thank you.
Do it with Love and concern as always. Peace.
I had a few minutes today with issues. Bye Bye I got love to do.
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