Psalms in Poetry. Tuesday's Inspiration 3
Wisdom from the Master
"Wisdom comes only when we go deep inside the inmost recesses of our heart, where Infinity, Eternity and Immortality play. To possess Infinity as our very own, to possess infinite light and bliss eternally as our very own, is real wisdom. So we can say that wisdom comes from the heart." -Sri Chinmoy
I am Not There; I Did Not Die
“Some say that You are in heaven;
That the Christ will descend in golden raiment’s.
Others say that bliss exists,
Only after the Elysian ‘sleep’ of death.
What say You, O my beautiful Heart,
O unfathomable mystery, of timeless time?”
“I sing at the end of your bleeding sacrifice;
Embrace your undaunting selfless Love;
Bathe in delight at your ceaseless longing.
You are dearer to me than the dearest;
I’m nearer to you than the nearest –
Deep inside your bosom of Eternity’s Peace.
Do not look for Me in infinity’s sky,
I am not there, I did not die.”
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 26th November, 2018.
The Heart is a spiritual or psychic Centre, an infinite inner fountain from which flows every positive quality one can possibly imagine. As the Heart opens through meditation, the light of the soul will illumine more and more of one's being. Man is a mystical being and the Heart is a subtle Centre in the middle of the chest.
Songs of Poetry
I know a poet who writes about words and poetry,
Each poem a song not confined to spaces;
Not bound by rules or limited to the mundane,
But a skylark, flying into an ever-progressive freedom.
Not one for verbiage, this poet twists words
Into ropes, lashing against rocks on sea beds,
Singing ‘I love you’s to the fish; serenading
The sharks, with drum-rolls of eloquence.
Thunder! She crashes against my window,
Calligraphing apertures on derelict buildings,
Echoing an artistry of wonder, only surpassed by the
Blinding lightening ninja, preceding her deafening roll.
I know a poet who speaks in metaphors and images,
Carving a river of Love in the Heart so beautiful,
That flowers give freely of their redolence, while
Snow-men hang their purity-garlands in the soul.
I know of a poet whose breath is living water,
Drops of crystal rain, quenching the fire of the woman
Who wished to die, only to be illumined by the magic
On her lips, singing of the magnificent grandeur of the Spirit.
I gave a woman 600 shillings, for a scarf
It took her three hours to adorn.
She was asking only 300 shillings!
Yet I saw a joy and beauty in her eyes,
My tears were insufficient to unravel.
I held my Silence, merging with the intimacy and
Tenderness of her delicate frame, and wept inside.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 18th November, 2018.
~Awakening The Inner Light~
Wisdom from the Master
"The spiritual heart possesses infinite consciousness and at the same time it is infinite consciousness. But infinite light and infinite consciousness are one and the same." -Sri Chinmoy
The Abode of God's Love
Do we need to go to heaven to find spiritual Love?
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