For a few days now I
have felt a longing in my heart…
I’ve felt a thirst and
emptiness that cannot seem to be quenched or filled. I have allowed very real
material concerns, like a nearly broken marriage, to distract me
spiritually and have been seeking to regain my footing and find myself once
again on a more steady and sure path towards He who I seek.
In times of reverie throughout my waking hours the image of
Radharani has filled my mind.
(Radaharani is a name for the Supreme Divine Feminine in the Vashnava tradition) Like a lighthouse stretched over a vast sea of nescience she seems to call out in a love divine; beckoning my soul to come back home.
(Radaharani is a name for the Supreme Divine Feminine in the Vashnava tradition) Like a lighthouse stretched over a vast sea of nescience she seems to call out in a love divine; beckoning my soul to come back home.
This morning I arose and as I sat by the computer a beautiful and
gentle light passed through the curtains and warmed my heart. Instantly the
image of Radharani once again filled my mind and it was as if she was calling
me to come this early morning to a place of solitude alongside a riverbank
where my heart in the past has found refuge and peace.
It was to be a divine rendezvous between myself, and my heart's lover,
Sri Krsna, who I have been longing for, so intensely.
Radharani, my loving sister, would guide my broken heart to my Lord who would help it become whole again, I grabbed my japa mala (chanting beads) and keys and headed out, never waking my slumbering husband, eager to keep my divine appointment.
Radharani, my loving sister, would guide my broken heart to my Lord who would help it become whole again, I grabbed my japa mala (chanting beads) and keys and headed out, never waking my slumbering husband, eager to keep my divine appointment.
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| Pictured Radha and friend in 'Secrets' painted by Dhriti Devi Dasi |
A Divine Rendezvous
He lays sleeping in bed,
the smell of last night’s revelry
soaked in sheets uninviting.
My sister beckons to me,
her light stretching far
to the eastern side of maples
lining our backyard,
illuminating them with
her tenderness.
Her glow touches a place
in my heart that is broken,
Promising to lead me to
One
who can heal. If only
I will answer her gentle call.
I leave him sleeping there
to awaken most likely at midday
with liquor still lingering on his breath.
I long for my spirit to rise up and
dance amidst the vibrations uttered
from my heart; calling, pleading, surrendering.
His Holy Names called out through
forest and over field,
As my heart bows down, lower than dew drops,
Laying prostrate before His greatness.
My
secret lover and I meet beside these waters;
A
hidden rendezvous.
My sister Radharani guiding me
into his embrace.
For a moment, the material dissolves,
Jessica Mokrzyckl: "I am a mother of two beautiful children and have been married for almost ten years now. I seek the truth into my own nature and that of God's and explore my experiences and reflections on a regular basis on my blog Ascending The Hills. I have found a lot of inspiration and direction from the Bhagavad Gita and other Vedic scriptures and have found that chanting has been an invaluable spiritual practice that I engage in daily."You may contact me via my facebook page here.
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With hand to heart, this is so beautiful.
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