O Empress of The Light, Come! Saturdays Inspiration 18, to the Loving Dana Tate
Wisdom from the Master
"Peace is founded upon forgiveness." - Sri Chinmoy
"Fear ends only when I realise, that fear is nothing but punishment unsought." -Sri Chinmoy.
"There is only one way to arrive at the destination: begin." - Sri Chinmoy
"Be not afraid of destructive actions by others, but be afraid of your own reactions to them." - Sri Chinmoy
Sometimes, I'm nothing but a vale of tears … a simple flute, echoing the music of the Beloved. At such times, my Heart - as if by an unknown power - becomes vast and endless and as I said, I'm nothing but a vale … a river of copious tears.
But my Beloved leaves and I continue seeking. This great Joy … this vast Peace, must be equally in the seeking as much as the experience. This Love is so profound … so filled with mystery, who can tell? I know not where I am, nor whither I go, but for the blind hope.. the faith that sustains my dreams. I am alive in You, o Love.
Bind me to you strands of music, sweet Emperor, your sweet chords playing a symphony for my solace within the soul … let me rest, in the emptiness of Your ever-transcending resonance, to bathe in this void of supernal Bliss.
O Empress of The Light, Come! A free verse Sonnet
You left, like a life-long bride suddenly divorced,
Triggering the grief of separation.
Deep down in the agony of my despair,
I have dyed my wounded Heart with longing.
Carving a path for Thy return, I washed my soul
With tears, became feverish from day and night rants;
Developed incoherence, from calling out Thy name.
In my sleep and in my waking;
My amnesia and hallucinations,
I see only You, my Sweetheart, only You.
In Thy absence, this Love is a hollow prison,
Awaiting Thy sweetness to be uncaged.
Come! Your royal Majesty! O Empress of the Light,
Pour into my Heart Your golden Silence.
- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 18th May, 2019.
Egyptian, African, American Art: Black Goddess
“Come! Come! Come, my Beloved!
Here it is all cold and rainy.
The splendour of the snow has faded;
The pain of aloneness, has entered my core.
Let the Light of Your fire warm my Heart;
Rub Your sweet cheeks against my face.
Stab me with the arrow of Thy Love; let us
Stroll together, locked in the embrace of Thy tenderness.”
“Come!” She said alluringly, and I walked with my Lover,
Straight into the abode of eloquent Silence.
Here in this stunning void of the Nameless,
The sentient became dissolved, in flames of Bliss.
I saw the beggar I once evaded, the down-trodden
And the oppressed; the tramp and courtesan I scorned.
Soaring in grandeur, through this celestial sweetness,
All morals were dispersed in wings of Light.
Low caste; high caste, straight, gay … liberal,
All distinctions vanished. No need for scriptures, priests …
The vanity of ego now gone; dusty mirrors … the
Mind’s brilliance … all dispelled into the Heart’s radiance.
I waltzed with Her Majesty, dared to open my mouth to praise,
Only to find myself mute; bedecked in the candles,
Of such magnificence; my tears became a river of joy,
Immersed in this intimate mystery of the unborn.
My Lover smiled and a thrill of ecstasy ran through me.
“What is this unseen realm, O Lover?” I said in stillness,
Bathing within this sea of the deathless. “Be quiet”,
She whispered. “Let us delight in these mystical conversations.
“I am the ‘I am that I am’, Love’s mysterious kiss.
The moon and sun have pressed their lips against Me’
Covering my tongue with their sugarcane juice.”
“My Lover”, I enquired. “Do you know this lustred garden?”
“My Beloved replied: “Here the humming bird sings of
Another virgin dawn; the rose discards its thorns and lie
In sweet nakedness, dancing to the drums of a new kind of melody.”
“Emptiness! Not this … not that … only the bewildering Presence, of the One.”
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 22nd January, 2019.
Wisdom from the Master
The moment we become
Proud of it." - Sri Chinmoy
"There is only one thing
That was, is and ever shall be.
The Love that creates, the Love that nourishes
And the Love that sustains God's universe." - Sri Chinmoy
Ways of longing
Which way for you?
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