The Light of The Mother Beckons me Home
celestial river with Sri Krishna and the Gopis
I seem to have offered you wine,
Made your head spin, and got you drunk.
Yet I came with a celestial river.
I seem to have offered you shadows,
Woven cobwebs on your raiment;
Yet I came with the golden rays of the sun.
I seem to have hurt your delicate heart.
But I came to kiss your sweet feet;
Spread the fragrance of jasmines on your Spirit.
Somewhere between my heaven and your expectations,
A Light went dim.
Do forgive me, this unconscious intrusion.
A Light went dim
The Robin and purity of the rose
The path of a robin void of clouds, lacks Freedom;
As such the Light of the Mother beckons it home.
Please take this rose, as a symbol of remembrance.
Someday, at an appointed time upon the wind,
I will return waltzing and whistling with olive branches,
Carrying the supernal flame, of another Lantern.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, ©Copyrighted 2/7/2015.
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~