The Freedom of The Soul is Boundless. To Shyron E Shenko

I walk on Your turf gently, with a sacred swing,

As Mother Earth swallows my shadows.

My woes have been cushioned,

By Your blanket of translucent Light;

And I drift sweetly, in Your Stillness-Peace.

Beloved, for You my breath dances with vibrancy;

The inner music resonates,

With the kernel of my unspoken word.

I now bathe in Your serenity;

Fly to the Heavens on a carpet of celestial Light.

Ah! How I long for even the last dog,

To be filled with reverential fire!

I now float and flow,

In a river of magnitude so sweetly vast,

That the stream from my eyes,

Has become ceaseless, and I weep with joy;

Shedding tears for all those yearning to be free.

Only yesterday, I was lost in a quagmire of delusions,

But now my joy knows no parallel,

And the freedom of the Soul is boundless.

I have reached out to You,

With a ceaseless and perennial need;

You have filled my longing, with peerless Love.

-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, 2^nd April, 2015. ©Copyrighted.

Awakening the Inner Light.

God loves us, especially as we are made in His image. We are all unique, special and have a right to be here. Sometimes, the Light is engulfed by shadows, and we carry burdens which are trying and difficult at the best of times. Amidst all this, the Light still shines in the Heavens, and the Master Weaver works patiently, to alleviate our pain.

Pain, that word that intensifies our sorrows, tampers with our joy, and creates the loss of an elevated Consciousness, thus pushing us on the borders of despair. Still, tomorrow is a great day and this same pain caused our Lord to emerge triumphantly from the tomb; our babies to born and grow in Delight.

We are all the Mother's Love and Blissfulness. The Great White Spirit knows that our essential nature is Divine, and our Creator is always looking for ways to bless us, whenever we are not too busy, to be attentive to Its voice. It is then only that we become receptive, and the sweet exchange of Gratitude - that supreme virtue - becomes unexplainable, and our hearts shed tears.

Some of my poetry seek to express these feelings, the few times when - through His Grace - I am transported lovingly to the realm of Oneness, and feel the love and suffering of many. Then my tears flow uncontrollably, and my Faith remains unshaken by the ecstatic voice of the Beloved.

Tomorrow is Easter - the descent of Light into Darkness; the transformation of the unpleasant to the Source of Matchless Love. I welcome you here with all my Love. HAPPY EASTER!!