In my sanctum is Nostradamus’
Prophecies laid bare,
To my crystal clear
Eyes I see the entire Cosmos
Clothed in language
Only I understood,
And ever present Sage
Immured within this heart of mine,
Whose inexorable diligence and steadfast longing for the Sublime
Propel my striving Spirit to heights
Undreamed-of; can at last behold that
Vast and light-enraptured realms, and their myriad manifestations and illuminations.
And beating in my heart!
O pure rapture!
Sweet melodies surging
And wafting about me.
O delight in nature…
See how the nightingales
Sing Aubade to the night.
O let me become a blossoming spring
Bright as the heavenly aureoles.
A dazzling spark of the Divine
You bear within awaiting your call.
A gold-gilt sun brighter than all
The stars is hid within you.
Magnificently adorned with festoons of light from time immemorial, you were supposed to be lords on this Earth. How darkened and dim your spirits now appear, which aeons ago were as translucent as billions of diamonds put together…
From the embryonic to the Oceanic, see how marvellously the Universe proclaims God’s All-Holy glory! Pay no heed to the aeolists, who in their self-concept only wallow in their pseudery. The message from the Holy of Holies is revealed to those who bear within them a spark of Truth, to those who strive ardently in humility and childlikeness. Decades ago I stumbled upon a treasure trove abound in riches beyond compare. Clearly delineated in a language every homo sapiens could grasp, the entire vast creation is laid bare. The Cosmic laws, which had hitherto been guessed at but never fully understood; in one fell swoop, are revealed with such profound perspicacity!
Harmony and Beauty are the cornerstones of a Spiritual life. Man, how do you stand before thy Creator? In whose All-Encompassing power you surely derived your existence? Seek Him beyond the heavenly stars. Beyond all the vast spiritual realms. Beyond what is attainable by the glorious Archangels and Seraphims. Bow down in veneration before His utterable majesty!
I must attain these colossal peaks brimming with grandeur and counterpoise, and from their vantage points, watch the terrains below me. Better still if I could soar the cerulean sky and see the world with penetrating gaze of Lynceus. Higher and higher till my wings can no longer beat to the sound of whirring wind…to live life fully and be touched by Spiritual life-currents…
Nature in her variegated beauty and manifestations have always captivated me. The floral world has no doubt held us spellbound with their prelapsarian innocence. Why do we then feel enamored with flowers? Why do we find their allure so irresistible? The reason behind their seraphic magic lies in the very fact every flower is beautiful! Every human spirit, like a flower, has that inherent possibility of blossoming in grandeur; of becoming a rarefied specimen through the auspices of divine love. Just like different flowers add to the Elysian harmony of gardens, we also have the capacity to transform our world with our sweet fragrances.
Every noble thought that flares within us create an harmonic progression, which spread out its joyful colours and tones in the world unseen. In moments of profound joy or fervent prayers we immediately link up with angelic beings, who thereby carry our transmuted volition to the Isle of flowers, where they blossom in otherworldly glory that is pleasing to God!
Verdurous and fulgorous are the valleys, indomitable and steadfast the snow-capped mountains. The favonian salubrious air fills one’s heart with age-old stillness. The Sun, aurelian, aglow with Helios’ spark, has set the Lapis Lazuli sky alight. Whence comes this silence-that living alchemy transmuting everything into one perpetual glorious sound?
A heart that is forever consecrated
Will pulsate in beauty and oneness.
All dross will in time be obliterated,
Would radiate in harmony and pureness…
So shall all immerse in love ineffable
And subsist in rapture perdurable…
How alive and conscious are we?
What is our intention this very moment?
What is this tumultuous ferment
That cast an iron grip on every
Living soul, is it worth our attention?
Would this lead to illumination?
Retreat then into santum of silence.
Abide there in this ocean of wonderment,
Away from this soul-deadening pestilence…
At the zenith of all creation, outside the boundless divine
Where in full splendour of God’s All-Holy love a lofty
Temple rise in roseate light of highest sublimity,
Within this solemn sanctum, at its innermost core, a wondrous translucent chalice radiates in holiness; bubbling and effervescent like glowing red-blood wine. It is not granted us to behold this magical spectacle. For our spirits lack obviously the vigour and lightness to enable us reach this holy of holies.
Confronting fear is the destiny of every Jedi- Luke Skywalker