Dulceata petalei de trandafir, Cea roz-alba Frageda catifea racoroasa din inima cuib a florii regale Cu atentia infasurata in Sine;
Faptura Copil gangurind sagalnic Ori aspru ca vantul Intelepciuni ce hranesc, trezesc, Incoltesc si rodesc Transformari interioare.
Ochii poposesc din nou, Si din nou, si din nou Pe acea Gura – Izvor De Apa Vietii sorbindu-i perfectiunea formei Si perlele daruri.
Fruntea ? Palpita ritmic, discret O Inima emitand Ratiune.
Un Chip Ce absoarbe privitorul Si il renaste cu atentia Pe Sine si iubind-O pe Cea Facatoare de Dumnezeire.
Ochii cuprind Necuprinsul Si se astern pe Etern. Mintea zambeste si Inima hohoteste intern Caci umorul divin gadila si seduce. Ochii plang de atata tandrete.
Dor din dor Mireasma de Rai adusa de Briza clipei inmuiata-n Amintiri.
Acum si Aici Este cu mine, Ma umple Si-mi plamadeste-nlauntrul, Ma creste prin mine, Ma poarta catre Sine. Acolo ma asteapta.
Acolo ma desteapta si ma odihneste.
Necuvantul vorbeste intruna Si mi-O descrie perfect.
Nerostitul povesteste cursiv Toate intalnirile noastre, In culori-amintiri-si-trairi, Toate se privesc ochi in ochi, Se rasfira si se impletesc, Ba se mai si rostogolesc, Gasesc Vai si danseaza pe Culmi adapostite in mine.
Cu cat privesc mai adanc Ma simt cum Se simte si exista In-si-prin mine.
Dorul ramane Prezenta-I ramane.
Ii cer ajutorul Si mereu Ii vorbesc.
O stiu si ma stie. Mi-e de-ajuns.
Dar dorul ramane.
This poem was written in the Ether; self-born, on a small notebook placed on one’s knees while the Heart was in an ardent continuous dialogue with Shri Mataji and Eyes were on the little window where Mother Nature’s Dramatic Splendor was having a Show; Hands were changing tasks, between taking photos and writing verses; at times they were shaping Namaste(s) following Heart’s bowing and its awe’s exclamations. On that flight Shri Mataji was the Honorary Guest and Expert pilot, and the Ether was Singing with Colors and Silent Poems of Being (In-Within)Love. Placed somewhat above both Earth and Sky, yet not being set apart, there was for this travelling drop of consciousness given to witness Divine Artistry unraveled on a Biosphere canvas. Sky and Earth, through Ether were both interwoven as well remained free Spirited —- always Together and Independent, yet Dancing close to each other in this palpable yet elusive and ever moving Vastness.
The poem is dedicated to Shri Mataji Nirmalaa Devi – the Spiritual Mother and Teacher for all sahaja yogis around the world. It was born with Her in the heart, mind and attention — especially that on Feb 23 we offer an homage to Her life as She left the material existence on that date in 2011.
Sahaja Yoga is a unique method of meditation based on an experience called Self Realization (Kundalini awakening) that can occur within each human being. Through this process an inner transformation takes place by which one becomes moral, united, integrated and balanced.
One can actually feel the all pervading divine power as a cool breeze, as described in all religions and spiritual traditions of the world. Learn more about Sahaja Yoga!
Learn more about Shri Mataji, the founder of Sahaja Yoga Meditation.