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EXPRESSING ECSTASY by Jennieke Janaki


 This poem happened when I was laying on the couch and I felt a sudden surge of vibrant energy, so joyfully filling up my Being.

It made me feel so alive, so happy! I wanted to share this feeling of creative energy. This energy, Prana, is our Universal Life Force, which sustains us all.

I believe, that we all need to express ourselves. We are all Artists. As my Guru, Swami Sivananda, would say:

"We are creators of our Destiny"

So lets follow our Inner Voice, and express our Light: either as Healers, Sages, Doctors, Lawyers, Businessmen, Artists, etc. As long as we express ourselves truly as we are, we will be content and healthy. Namaste, we are One…

Expressing Ecstasy

Fertile juices overflowing with Joy
Divine Grace raises my eccentric Ecstasy
Pranic Spirit is bubbling in abundant Excitement
The Life of All is full of Vitality, Strength, Vigour
Accelerating creative Cosmic Inspirations
Sweet expressions of the Self
My Soul is blessed with Happiness
Slightly lifted of the earthly Heaviness
Touched by Divine Will, Divine Intelligence
My hearts desire embraced in Devotional Love
Ecstatic universal life force penetrates my Being
The Krishna flute I Am
Hollow, Empty, Open
Free for a momentary caress by the voice of Immortality
Carrying me into heights of Eternal Bliss Divine
Across the oceanic tears of sorrow in tender Joy
I am in Love with You
Right Now
Again and Again
No matter what
AUM
~

Jennieke Janaki was born in the Netherlands. She traveled the world as a model from 1984 - 1996. Jennieke took her first yoga class in 1989 in the Munich Sivananda Ashram. She recalls this experience as " a final homecoming". She founded Sharanam Yoga in 2006: an Integral Sivananda Yoga to balance, purify and heal. Its mission is "Healing through Surrender". She liked to write poems as a child and felt the urge to express her feelings again around 2005, which resulted in the publication of "Divine Sweetness". This poetry book is an expression of her seeking lasting love in the becoming One. In this book , Jennieke shares her intimate photographs, poems, and watercolor drawings, which she made during her travels as a model, yogini, and mother. Currently she lives happily with her two daughters, Cloe and Serena , in Miami Beach. Sharing her love for yoga , spiritual enlightenment through the classes she teaches with Adults and Kids. She truly feels that everyday is an opportunity to realize oneself and enjoy oneself on the path of finding the sanctuary within, where peace and joy are waiting to be experienced: “These Divine Virtues are our Birthright. Join me on the path to Happiness. Namaste, we are One.” You may visit her blog here, or connect with her on Facebook. 

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Comments

  1. Beautiful words! And isn't that the challenge - to stay open like the flute? Thank you, Jennieke.

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    1. Freya, I also mentioned to Jennieke that the flute line was also one of my favorite lines in her poem. Staying open no matter what is indeed a good meditation. Thank you for your comment.

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    2. Thank you Freya and Krishna ...I just found this comment...a little late..but still open like the flute..<3

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    3. It is my favourite line, as well. There is a line that I recycle as my facebook status every so often, mostly as a reminder to myself - "I remain open, regardless of the circumstances, so that Life could flow right through me". My love to everyone.

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