My Enchanting Melody. Wednesday's Inspiration 21, to the Loving Writer Chrish Canosa (Treshty)
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Wisdom from Sri Chinmoy
"My Love of God, has no need
Of Heaven's Bliss. For my Love
of God Itself, is the highest Bliss." -Sri Chinmoy
"There is only one thing that is, was
And ever shall be, and that is Love.
The Love that creates, the Love that nourishes
And the Love that sustains God's Universe." - Sri Chinmoy
Adorned by moonlight; riding on stars
She came, a bright spectacle of candescent
Beauty. I was a delicate bird and She, a strong
Eagle, yet I was willing to go through fire to see
Her smile; to blend into that illustrious gaze.
My life of success and failure, were transitory
Impostors, yet I only became prudent when Love
Entered, carrying Her lustre in the sunset dusk;
Now my Heart soars, like the Phoenix, its joys a flowing
River of scents, a thousand times more redolent than roses.
In my eyes, even to see the silhouette of Thy form
Is Bliss Divine. What else can this poor soul do,
Other than ascend to glory, in Thy effulgent flames? I feel
No beat but Thine own pulse, sing no notes but Your sonatas.
For You, my Darling, I will kiss the silvery moon; taste
The redolence of flowers. You’re much more than a
Favourite memory, and the agony of my yearning Is intense!
May the immensity of my adulation, be like that
Of the Psalmist David, my love-songs more magical,
Than the eloquence of a hundred nightingales!
This ephemeral world is nothing, compared to
The bewilderment of Thy gaze! Where is the strength
Of my shadows, when Thy lustre emanates in my soul?
How I love the darkness! For while I no longer
Dance in its shadows, I recognize its value in guiding
Me to the Light, to You, my enchanting Melody.
Now our souls, like a lute and strings are merged;
Our hands clasped together, for we belong to the
Scented emptiness, in the blissful meadows of Paradise.
- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, 9th July, 2021
Celestial Heaven
Wisdom from the Master
"Be kind, be all sympathy,
For each and every human being,
is forced to fight against himself." - Sri Chinmoy
"God descends from above,
To treasure my Heart and not my house." - Sri Chinmoy
Mystic poetry
Lotus of Light
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