WINGED PRAYER by Madhava Lata Dasi

Some friends went on a pilgrimage to few temples in Madurai, India…

When they came back I was told that for all that day they had said a prayer for me wherever they went, while they offered flowers, leaves and ghee lamps to the Deities of each temple they toured.

I thought back, reflecting on my feelings on that day, and recalled there was indeed a nuanced difference to how I felt. Those feelings then found their way out of my heart and into this short poem.

I feel it is important to share how powerful the prayers we say for others are, and how it is uplifting and inspiring for both those who utter the prayers and those for whom they pray, as a connection of the heart at once blossoms.

Winged Prayer

by Madhavalata Dasi

A prayer came on wings

for me,

at once I could not see

the desert of my heart,

the saguaro,

that me,

with its thorns,

ceased to be,

spiritual awareness

lit up everything;

cupped hands

filled with mercy

spread the wings

from petals and leaves

took off to the sky

landed on my soul

in a shower of light,

like a fulfilling kite,

that whisper,

reached far and inside

brought in a whiff of inner delight

the dimmed flame was fanned

to dance more bright;

my mind stopped to think,

emotions floundered

in a speechless tide,

'cause the wave was me,

I could perceive,

stirred up and ruffled

by a love wind.

Madhava Lata Dasi: “Though I am originally from Italy, today I live in India in the very South, in the State of Kerala where I own a small hotel named the Paradesh Inn facing the Arabian Ocean. For 6 months it is open and our customers are mostly Yogi/Yogini who retreat in this area every year for weeks of full immersion. (For video of hotel click here) I follow Bhakti Yoga and writing poems is part of my meditation on Krishna, since I draw inspiration for my poems from the many books I read about Him. I usually publish my poems on my blog here."

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!

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