When You First Called Me Radha: Poems
Swami Sivananda Radha

This collection of poetry by Swami Sivananda Radha reveals the searching heart of a spiritual visionary. Here, Swami Radha expresses her deepest longing for the divine in poignant poetic verse.

Included are her early poems, originally written in German, her meditations on the Kundalini chakras and her late material focused on Divine Light, inspired in part by her interpretation of the ancient texts of Kashmiri Saivism.

When You First Called Me Radha comes with a CD of Swami Radha reciting the poems featured in the collection.

Paperback : (with CD) $14.95 US / $19.95 Cdn / £12.99 UK
ISBN #: 1-932018-07-7

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Reviews

"I am not inclined to read, much less to review, poetry books. But when I opened When You First Called Me Radha, I was immediately impressed and enchanted by the very first poem entitled "Gebet zur göttlichen Mutter" (Prayer to Divine Mother) composed in German and then translated into English by Swami Radha herself. I felt encouraged to read on. The rest of the prayers-all in English-are uniformly sensitive and inspiring. They tell of her love of and devotion to the Goddess (Radha), to Krishna whose magical flute playing interrupts her quiet meditation and wants to make her dance to his rhythm, and not least to her guru in whom her soul found refuge. They are an intimate record of her spiritual struggles and triumphs."
Georg Feuerstein

Click to read complete review by Georg Feuerstein.

Excerpts

NO GHOSTS PLEASE
No ghosts please in my subconscious
pride is guarding the door
preventing exit of the theives
robbing me of liberation.
what am I so afraid of?
Very young, suffering, rejection
was the daily bread.
How can I take more?
A woman surviving in a man's
world has to be charming,
catty and deceitful
hiding true feelings of pain.
Don't be a victim of self-deception.
It's better to be with truth in Hell
Than with lies in Heaven.

WHERE IS MY HEART?
Where is my heart?
Oh, not the one that beats
When excitement arouses it.
The real heart
that reflects the knowledge of
true love without any 'because'
attached to it.
My real heart
is in the hidden place on the moon
where the moon truly reflects
the brilliant Light,
the Divine Source.
Emanations of knowledge,
of great power.
Self-luminous Consciousness.

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