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DIVINE VISITATION by Radha Dasi


This is a poem I wrote after a very special dream…
Madhana is a name for God that refers to divine love.


Divine Visitation 
by Radha Dasi

My dreaming eyes beheld a room swept bare
Of all the clutter from my waking hours
White walls and wooden floors encountered there
And the fragrance of night blooming jasmine flowers.

Sunlight broke through on the window sill
Then danced upon the walls like golden lace
I saw the sunlight and my heart grew still
Enraptured by the quiet of that place.

All at once I felt a presence there
I heard a footstep brush across the floor
Like peacock feathers soft upon the stair
Then sweet Madhana entered at my door.

Illuminated like the sky at dawn
When all the world is rendered fresh and clear
My heart grew lighter as I gazed upon
The beauty of His face as He drew near

Clothed in honey silk and tawny pearls
Garland made of tulsi and of rose
Pink as the blushing cheeks of maiden girls
Who could not be more lovely than His clothes.

Black hair caressed His cheeks and caught the light
Reflected from His luminescent face
I felt my body tremble at the sight
I prayed I might surrender to His grace.

Then fell before Him on the wooden floor
Tempted by the shelter of His feet
The fragrance of the flowers that he wore
Was intoxicating, mystically sweet.

He smiled and my head began to reel
Inebriated by one sacred glance
That loosened my grip on Maya devi’s wheel
As I yielded to celestial romance.

But tears were in my eyes when I awoke
Grieving for a treasure that is lost
I cannot recall the words He spoke
And in my waking world I pay the cost.

Let me gratefully forgo the morning sun
Eternally renounce my waking role
Content if I can only gaze upon
That ethereal seducer of my soul.


Radha Dasi (Rebecca Cornia) has been practicing bhakti yoga for decades. She and her husband run the Bhakti Chakra gatherings in San Diego, CA, aimed at cultivating a community of thriving practitioners of bhakti yoga. Radha is also a graduate of Harvard Law School and runs her own law firm. She enjoys writing poetry, spending time with her grandchildren, and teaching the wisdom of the ancient Vedic literature. You may reach her via her facebook page. Or her e-mail: radha16108@gmail.com 


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