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”.

February 4,2010

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Comments about Illumination by Paul G. Kallen

  • Gernia Van Tonder (3/18/2017 5:42:00 PM)


    This is a very beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

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  • (2/19/2010 6:04:00 AM)


    Yoga and the mind go hand in hand your poem is the reincarnation of self awareness interesting poem
    regards
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 11, 2010



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