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MASTER OF THE HEART by Sitara Alaknanda Shakti


This poem pays great homage to my spiritual journey…
 ...it marks the return back to myself.  Before I left the States, I had the picture perfect life: A high-paying job in Hollywood, a beautiful 2 floors loft and a fancy car to show off in.  But something was missing.  
 I was not entirely unhappy, as my spiritual practice was strong enough to ground me.  Still, a sense of restlessness was growing.  
My Divine Self was knocking incessantly and when I finally answered, my soul reclaimed its power and took flight.  
I finally chose me and it was the most rewarding experience of my life.  ~In bliss, Sitara~
Master of the Heart

I was living separately
The Madman came and took me
He propelled me to such elevating heights
And dropped me to such bottomless depths
Then Genuine of the Soul
Spoke to me so loudly
My senses started to blur
And I could no longer be just a body 
Before it all, there was the One Word
Before me, there is the One Word 
I bow at the feet of the Only 
And I follow It resolutely
I forsake the here and there
And find myself dwelling in the Great Void
So when I look into your eyes
I can honestly say I in the I
No longer an exodus from my own kind
The Master of the Heart finally came for me
Together we proclaim unity 
Together we are the Divine's infinite potentiality 
~





Sitara Alaknanda Shakti is a visionary modern-day medicine woman.  After years of working in Hollywood, she left for a vacation that turned into a two-years holy journey.  From India to Asia, Europe, Indonesia and South America, her travels has led her to study with master shamans and light-workers all around the world.  In humbleness she has been summoned into Divine service.  A Lover to the Beloved, a faith servant to the One, a mystic and a healer, she integrates ancient wisdom of the Indigenous along with the teaching of the Stars to activate and awaken the Infinite Love within.  "It is my heart calling to assist in the remembrances of the Sacred Child.  In that heart space, lies our Soul Sovereignty.  The Kingdom truly reigns in each of us and You are the One that you have been waiting for.  Only love, Sitara." You may connect with Sitara on Facebook here

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