Paul G. Kallen
Illumination - Poem by Paul G. Kallen
Based on Monette B.’s experience
The only land where miracles are common
Is India Divine, I knew that since my youth.
In a temple, I was not preached a sermon —
A yogi’s eyes were speaking gospel truth.
He was white-haired, wore an ochre clothes,
Padmasana displayed that he was barefoot.
He could distinguish me between the others
Because in India I quested for my roots.
His probing glance — and I was fascinated,
Submissive to his will, I sat in front of him.
He gazed into my eyes as I was nominated
For Medium, the yogi’s Western Beam.
We sat in silence, his hand atop my head.
I couldn’t move, it was difficult to breathe…
“Your whole chakras are asleep”, he said,
“You can’t take in the Eastern light with ease”.
…As if his hand went down through my chest,
Inside, I felt a liquid pushing back and forth…
Of all my life, those moments were the best,
My reconnection with the Universe.
O tears of bliss! The total world was in aura.
The yogi said, “Now listen to my forecast,
You have just been reincarnated as aurora,
Please keep the light; this Karma is your last”.
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