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WATERCOURSE by Pranada Comtois


For the first twenty years of my mantra meditation practice...

 ...I envisioned reaching a specific goal. I kept thinking it would be right around the corner, until one day I let go and gave up thinking about "results."

 This is how I envisioned my journey afterwards.
"Autumn River" by Stanislav Rico

Watercourse
 
It’s entirely possible 
for the daily hours
    with beads in hand
    chanting Shri Nam*

to glide along
    the wet slide
    of pleasure and ease

not unlike a youthful river
   of showers and snowmelt
   surging over stones

coursing to its destination
    the point invisible
    from here

the waterway
   wends
   meandering bends

is in no conscious hurry
    to pass through
    lower or higher elevations

it’s going

it’s going. 

 (*Krishna’s divine names)
                                   ~Click on the play button below to hear Pranada recite her poem~


Pranada Comtois spent two decades immersed as a contemplative-ascetic in an ashram, and the next twenty years raising a family and running two multi-million dollar businesses with the intention of embodying practical spirituality in the world. She brings the wisdom of multiple traditions and lessons from her own practice into her writing and speaking. Pranada is a spiritual activist who advocates for the Way of the Feminine Divine and the practice of unconditional love in daily life for personal and community transformation (Bhakti). She blogs at Little Ways of Being and is passionate about empowering women to find their unique gifts, voices, and strengths and to usher them into the world. Connect with her on facebook here. 


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