(darkly luminous, utterly empty)
looked into my heart
finding no watchman at the door
they waltzed right in,
blessed the space,
and emptiness blossomed
we who are nowhere to be found
miraculously find each other
for an embrace of just seconds
in a dance
that spans eternity
How powerful, how utterly blessed. “We who are nowhere to be found, find each other.” Thank you Miriam Ma. I love you. This poem is my own heart. ~Shanti
Dear Shanti Ma – thank you for sharing your resonance with this post. I was hesitant to publish it, but my heart had its way in the end.
It’s been 13 years since I last sat in Meera’s Gracefield. My life now bears little resemblance to how it was back then. I was curious to see how the ‘now matrix’ would meet Mother’s after all these years – years that initially saw a denial of all things metaphysical, then, after the ‘freefall’, the humble acceptance of my complete and utter cluelessness …
After darshan the poem simply wrote itself down. I was astonished. Yes, “How powerful, how utterly blessed.” I am overflowing with gratitude and praise. My heart is vibrant – bliss!!!
Shanti, you are so loved. Thank you for all that you gift to us – your magazine is a treasure beyond price, and your wideawake wisdom is an inspiration for us all. May you be showered with rose petals and Mother’s Grace!