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MANTRA'S EMBRACE by Catherine Ghosh

 It is not uncommon for those who have adopted a spiritual path to feel like they don’t entirely belong anywhere...

Sometimes these feelings make us feel like foreigners on planet earth, missing our true home. Other times they resemble loneliness and a deep sense of being disconnected. In my own life I have experienced this sensation as a calling to find my peace, independently of any unsatisfying designations of identity set forth by this world.

One of the most reliable means of doing this for me, on my own journey, has been through mantra mediation. Since I first began this practice in 1986, the chanting of mantra has reconnected me to the peaceful core of who I am every time. In this practice I feel embraced.
"Japa" by Braja Sorensen

Mantra’s Embrace
by Catherine Ghosh

On full moon nights,
  when my heart is a glutton for aching,
    and obscurity devours my mind,
      and my brokenness reaches
        for the chocolate truffles,
          I hear it beckoning…
        louder than laundry and dirty dishes,
      or even the threats of imported fears
    tucked between yawning wounds
  and a famished spirit,
and that stubborn feeling that I don’t belong:
this mantra meditation calls me.
Decorated with sonic diamonds
  straight from the treasure chest of antiquity
    trickling down through the ages
      like honey dripping from hives in the summer
        a thousand sparkling jewels for my soul
          swirling, deliciously, with primordial rhythms:
        which soothe and comfort,
      and rock me in their arms like a mother
    forgetting trauma that nestles in the physical
  I chant upon a bridge to the spiritual
as this mantra likes to dance on my tongue.
Mending consciousness with stitches of sound,
  gently quilting serenity into my cells,
    like fine embroidery of endorphin threads
     onto a pillow of consciousness
       a festival of color brighter than spring blossoms.
         For my soul picnics
       in these flowering fields
     found at the edges of eternity,
   where I construct coffins for my anxieties,
 every time I take to chanting.
Forget the movies and chocolates!
That hollow glitter that taunts my heart
  when loneliness whines.
    Instead, I am captured by medicinal melodies:
      suns that rise in the dark,
        so my reflection is clear,
          so I see myself again
        in the dew drops of my morning meditation
      in the mirrors of this mantra,
    that holds me more completely
  than anything else ever will, or could.
For this sound is made of pure love!
One in substance with my own being
and way sweeter than any truffle.
Catherine Ghosh is an artist, mother, and editor of Journey of the Heart: An Anthology of Spiritual Poetry by Women (Balboa Press, 2014) and Where Journeys Meet: The Voice of Women's Poetry (Golden Dragonfly Press, 2015.) As a practitioner of Bhakti Yoga since 1986, Catherine co-founded of The Secret Yoga Institute, together with her life partner Graham M. Schweig, through which she develops teaching materials for yoga workshops. Her meditation videos have been shown at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, DC, and she has served as a contributing editor for Integral Yoga Magazine. Her writings have appeared in The Interfaith Observer, Mantra, Yoga & Health Magazine, Namarupa, Rebelle Society, The Harmonist, The Tattooed BuddhaBacopa Literary Review and others.  Catherine is passionate about inspiring women to share their spiritual insights and honor their valuable voices. She lives in a rural setting delighting in communing with nature, quilting, crocheting and writing poetry, among other artistic activities. You may visit her on her website, or connect with her on FaceBookTwitter, or email at

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  1. The descriptions used to create the sense of what is being felt here is incredible. I do love the way this is written.

    1. I's my favorite so far....beautiful, Catherine....xo

    2. Thank you Pastor Sharon, and Braja! You inspire me to post more of my own scribbles. :) xoxo

    3. Please. Scribble away. We are waiting! xoxoxo

    4. Beautiful. Transported me to a new spaceless space. "Mending consciousness with stitches of sound...." how lovely.

  2. This has wonderful poetic images, an honesty and purity of expression. I read it slowly and felt the flow in my heart....


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