She Ascends at Day Break, Walking on Dawns. Thursday's Homily for The Devout 13, an Offering to Tamara Yancosky
Wisdom From the Master
“God loves us. He loves us constantly and unconditionally. No matter what we have done, what we are doing or what we shall do, He will always love us.” -Sri Chinmoy
Renewal never ceases. At the start of daybreak, the 'old' sleep disappears slowly, as do the cobwebs of yesterday and tomorrow. Dawn sets in and the soul feels ever-anew … refreshed.
The forces of nature slowly kicks in, heralding a new beginning and one more promising day. It is the Heart, not the mind, which is initially inspired, as the nightingale sings and the solitude of heaven permeates the stratosphere. Life seems vibrant, soundless and serene.
Nature replenishes the universe, as my soul sings, especially so with the daisies and tulips in the garden of Love. I give thanks before the mind sets in, spoiling an otherwise beautiful morn.
She Ascends at Daybreak, Walking on Dawns
The grey clouds swirl, disperse and surrender,
As the resplendent sun descends, lighting
Up a morn made luminous by its rays.
Like shooting stars, starlings jump from tree to tree,
Singing a ballad of the magical splendour, of seasonal spring.
She ascends at daybreak, walking on dawns;
Laughing with another sunrise. The wafts of jasmines
Caresses Her breath, as tulips blush in sweet nakedness.
The sunflower, ever anew, paints its yellow on Her
Lustred wings, now soaring like canaries in flight.
“Sweet goddess of charisma,” say the dahlias. “We dream
Of beauty unabashed; yet Your unsung assets, blends in
Symmetry with our myriad blossoms, thus giving us new life."
My Beloved smiles, dancing with the aerial song-bearers,
Amidst the crest of sunbeams and robins alike.
Meanwhile, near the lake serene, where swans glide so
Gracefully, lotuses whisper mythical tales to willows,
Weeping joyfully in the breeze. The sun unfurls its reservoirs of plenitude;
Hydrangeas dance harmoniously to her replenishing rays; the
Enchanting cicadas hum to me, as camellias glow pink.
Come! My sweet Empress beneath the heavens, let
The kiss of Thy lips be none other than a melliferous
Wine in my Heart – a fine vintage miraculously plucked
From cherry blossoms and the soft, red, fragrant peonies.
Let me bury a thousand burdens, to lie at Thy feet Divine.
You’re a stunning Jade, speaking to my soul, only
In the intimate language of endless Love and I
Long to blend eternally, within Your sacred breath of fire.
My words are not eloquent enough to woo Your Grandeur,
And so, let me travel beyond moonlight, borrowing a thousand
Stars from Venus, for just one droplet, from Thy illustrious cheeks.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 29th January, 2020
Wisdom From The Master
Love the world.
Otherwise, you will be forced
To carry the heaviest load:
Your own bitter self.” -Sri Chinmoy
Wisdom From The Master
“Nothing can be greater than love... if we want to define God, we can define Him in millions of ways, but I wish to say that no definition of God can be as adequate as the definition of God as all Love.” - Sri Chinmoy
Lovers of dawn
Are you a lover of dawn?
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