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WEAVING by Jyoti Rebecca Yacobi

As I reflect on the turmoil of daily living…

I see how sometimes, in those moments of darkness and despair, it can be challenging to see the light at the end of the tunnel. And yet, the magical hand of the Divine asserts Its Presence at the subtlest levels of our being.  

At challenging moments, I meditate on how every breath, every moment is infused with the brush strokes of the Infinite light that permeate the darkest corners on this Earth. The light informs and infuses every particle of our existence. And I take solace in reflecting on how our life’s work is to find it in the inner, deeper dimensions of our being, of our own inner light. For we are never really in darkness. 
Photography by Robert Sturman
Weaving 

The weaver of light
Creates forms and souls
In the image of waves
Originating from its core

The magic of light
Unveiling the hidden
In the mystery of sound
In the middle of this Being
In the centre of It All

Penetrate the darkness
Travel far and wide
Arriving where I started
Coming back Home to Light

Sitting in this light
Effulgent and pure
Bright, coalescing into the myriad forms
Yes, the darkness is pierced
The veil is removed
The light is revealed
Now floating free of fear

I know this Truth
I live this knowing
There is more to find
To unravel and clear
Light is at the centre
Of the Ultimate Source
Light is the vehicle
That the Infinite whirls
In its magical ways
In its beautiful streams
Of ponds and brooks
Of rivers and seas

Light is the pen
That the Goddess weaves
As a sword of the Ultimate
As the sound of peace

Sit in this Light
The emanation from Shiva
Of Shiva
Within Shiva
It is all One
Even when concealed

Use this Light
To uncover the gold
Silent
Empty
Pure Infinity within
At the centre of your core
At the centre of it all
Song of the Land Wake by Natascha van Niekerk Photography



Jyoti (Rebecca) Yacobi lives in Toronto, Canada.  She practices the yoga of Kashmiri Shaivism and is guided on this path by Swami Nirmalananda Saraswati. She works in the field of pediatric dentistry and also teaches meditation. Writing poetry has been a process of unfolding self-expression, of finding a voice in the world – the voice of a child searching for her home in the turmoil of life’s circumstances.






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