The Temple at Sundown

Beauty invokes magic
and the mind becomes spellbound
for a brief moment
all clatter stops, to be receptive.
Wafts of the indescribable fragrance
of Divine wisdom fills all spaces.
If only the mind could retain that stillness
so the light of the sun can reflect to the moon.
The sphere of light is growing larger and larger
and brighter and brighter
like a thousand suns.
The light streaming forth leaks through
the clouds of the mind
creating a beautiful disk, Divine Mother
in its centre.

~Swami Radha from My Eyes Are Fixed on Her Beauty in “When You First Called Me Radha.”




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