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Original Poem: “Love's Dwelling” with Commentary

Writing poetry became my major composing activity circa 1962, & Mr. Malcolm Sedam's creative writing class in 1963-64 deepened my interest.

"The greatest of these is love"

Introduction and Text of “Love's Dwelling”

The following poem is inspired by Paramahansa Yogananda's poem, "What Is Love?" My poem addresses each stanza of the Yogananda poem, offering a shortened, condensed form, while keeping the tone and embracing the various strains of the definition of “love” as dramatized most compellingly by the great guru, who has been named, “father of yoga in the West.”

Love's Dwelling

Love is wafting from the scented bloom.
Petal silence waves and sings in angels.
The soul arrests the day and lives
To curry life to all created in Divine.

Divine Mother broods in love growing
Her little ones in tender mother's milk.
The intoxicated poet brings strains
To surrender in solace to beauty.

Rose petal members gaze to heaven
Their true Cosmic home: They know
What love is in the arms of the Divine
Rising above all sorrow and calumny.

Love is ever evolving to perfect
All the straying souls who have forgotten
Robbed of memory of their time in Eden.
Light tinged thought begins the journey.

To the new bright heaven from Earth
Stained skin, the soul forsakes error
To stand unmoved and clean at last
Before the eyes of the Divine Belovèd.

Commentary

Inspired by Paramahansa Yogananda's poem, "What Is Love?," “Love’s Dwelling” seeks not only to echo the great guru’s marvelous definition of love, but it also serves to honor the dramatic form and substance that love paints into existence in the world of spirit.

First Stanza: Love Sending In Angels

Love is wafting from the scented bloom.
Petal silence waves and sings in angels.
The soul arrests the day and lives
To curry life to all created in Divine.

“Love” comes to the human senses through all that is beautiful in creation. The scent of the rose may be understood as God saying to His children: “Dear Created Being of Mine, I love you and cherish you. Here, enjoy this fragrance, allow its pleasing nature to delight your olfactory nerves, as you meditate on My Lotus Feet.”

God, that is, the Divine Creator of all things, sends in His angels, flying on silent wings, resembling the petals of the rose. The quiet winged nature sings the angels into existence. At the end of day, the human soul is heralded to rest its body, reclining in the knowledge that all of God’s creation remains in divine care.

The Blessèd Creative Force sustains its children, no matter what they do, how they think, what they observe, or what they fail to comprehend. And even in so-called death, the soul is alive eternally.

Second Stanza: Divine Mother and Heavenly Father

Divine Mother broods in love growing
Her little ones in tender mother's milk.
The intoxicated poet brings strains
To surrender in solace to beauty.

Like a mother bird, the great Divine Mother, another name for God, folds Her little ones into Her care, offering them sustenance, tender, divine, sweet, and yet subtle. The mother love embraces the tender babe, infusing the child with love that will grow and never cease its substantive labor, keeping the child alive physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.

From the depths of inspiration and soul intoxication, the poet captures glimpses of the qualities that Divine Mother and Heavenly Father have infused into the nature of each entity in creation, not only Their human and animal children but into every molecule, every atom, every subatomic particle detected by scientific inquiry that make up the entire body of creation. That no human mind has reached the boundary of the cosmos gives beauty to the fascinating, musing art of surrendering in solace.

Third Stanza: Home in the Heavenly Realm

Rose petal members gaze to heaven
Their true Cosmic home: They know
What love is in the arms of the Divine
Rising above all sorrow and calumny.

“Sorrow and calumny” belong to the physical, sense-drenched level of creation. Humanity from time immemorial has intuited that somewhere a better place exists than on this mud ball of a planet. Of the dead, we gladly repeat: “she is in a better place.” And with the cells of our hearts and brains, we know that to be true. Even the doubters know deep in their core that that is true. It could not be otherwise.

Even the roses with petals and thorns know heaven is their true home: they can sing, “This world is not my home” because they know in their perfumed petals that their true home is beyond cosmic reality. The beauty of the rose knows its soul lives in the “arms of the Divine.” All gemstones and rocks, plants and animals, as well as humankind live in a never-ending hope to attain something better, something permanent, and the experience of something true and beautiful does exist somewhere and will be accessible eventually.

Fourth Stanza: Love and Perfection

Love is ever evolving to perfect
All the straying souls who have forgotten
Robbed of memory of their time in Eden.
Light tinged thought begins the journey.

The journey along the path to perfection begins with light, out of which all creation is composed. We live in a postlapsarian state of mind and being, but our memories are still there in the prelapsarian garden, calling to us, waving us on to return. Come home! Come home! Those angels of mercy cry to us, “Come home! Where you will find that something more, that something better, that something real, that something that you truly crave!”

It is all “love.” All that is good is love. Love is more than a mere feeling or emotion. Love is the very substance of life. The stuff that the soul is made of. The body is made of and from love. It’s a matter of degree not kind that the body, mind, and soul seem to be different structures. We are straying souls, but we cannot stray forever, because our Creator is in and around us, guiding and guarding, pointing and protecting, loving and caring for us—eternally.

Fifth Stanza: Delivered from Delusion

To the new bright heaven from Earth
Stained skin, the soul forsakes error
To stand unmoved and clean at last
Before the eyes of the Divine Belovèd.

To stand clean before the throne of Divine King-Creator is more than a desire; it is the eternal, motivating craving that will not allow each individual to rest until it comes face to face with its own Reality.

Human beings hate the unreal, the phonies, the liars, the hypocrites, the deceivers; human being hate evil. Even as so many become so confused that they cannot even detect true evil, nevertheless, their hearts and souls still crave the true, the beautiful, and true love. Delusion cannot hold forever; a day of reckoning always appears to each soul, despite its many layers of mud. That mud eventually cracks open to reveal the unsullied soul within.

Earth may stain the skin, but it cannot taint the soul. The soul is more than the mind; the soul is perfect. The mind and body play tricks through the senses, which can be easily led astray, but the soul, like a wise judge, sees both sides and knows which side is true, and which side is steeped in the fog of evil.

The “eyes of the Divine Belovèd” are trained on the soul, and the soul comes home to the Blessèd Creator in it own karmic time frame. And all the while, it is love that has moved creation along the path that leads from love to love, until the heart and mind can breathe free at last in the true home of its true nature.

This World Is Not My Home

© 2020 Linda Sue Grimes

Comments

Linda Sue Grimes (author) from U.S.A. on March 25, 2020:

Thank you, Kathy! It was a blessing to write this poem as it followed the lead of Paramahansa Yogananda's poem, "What Is Love?" The great guru's thorough and beautiful definition of love is best one I've ever encountered. I remain grateful to have experienced that definition and, of course, for all of the writings and teachings of the "Father of Yoga in the West."

Blessings to you and yours, Kathy!

Kathy Henderson from Pa on March 23, 2020:

Linda,

I love this poem. As one who has sailed close to heaven's gate, I rest in a similar image as stated in this piece.

"Rose petal members gaze to heaven

Their true Cosmic home: They know

What love is in the arms of the Divine

Rising above all sorrow and calumny."