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|
by Catherine Ghosh
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 Buddha, Bacopa 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 FaceBook, Twitter, or email at firstname.lastname@example.org
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