Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
– William Wordsworth (excerpt from Odes On Intimation of Immortality)
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
The light of the sun, the moon, and the stars shines bright:
The melody of love swells forth, and the rhythm of love’s
detachment beats the time.
Day and night, the chorus of music fills the heavens; and Kabîr
says:
“My Beloved One gleams like the lightning flash in the sky.”
– Kabir
Kalatit Jeffrey Baker has published a collection of essays on modern Sprituality and new American Mysticism, entitled ‘Eat my dust, Martin Luther!’
The writings delve into the fundamental questions of life, our soul, and God. The essays engage with questions man has frequently grappled to understand – with a simple and direct approach. Kalatit writes on these topics of spirituality and the meaning of life with good humour and a refreshingly light touch. The book is an enjoyable way to understand the promptings of our soul!
Kalatit explains his choice of title. When a friend heard he was going to write 100 essays, she replied:
“Why not 95, like Martin Lutherʼs Theses?”
“Iʼll do him one better,” I boldly replied, “and attempt 96!”
Hence, this collection and itʼs odd title.
I am sitting on a mountain.
I am casting shadows into the sky.
I did not invite it but the sun has come
And is now playing tag with my feet.
I am whispering to clouds today,
“Watch out for my shoulders,”
For I wish no harm
To all my soft friends.
Where do you think you will Be
When God reveals Himself
Inside of you?
From the Silence Unknowable
To the Sound knowable I came
To play and sing and dance
With a tiny, fragile frame,
And build a rainbow-bridge
Between Heaven and earth
For my sweet Supreme to travel
And flood all-where His Birth.
The silent Soul of all the world was there:
A Being lived, a Presence and a Power,
A single Person who was himself and all
And cherished Nature’s sweet and dangerous throbs
Transfigured into beats divine and pure.
One who could love without return for love,
Meeting and turning to the best the worst,
It healed the bitter cruelties of earth,
Transforming all experience to delight;
Intervening in the sorrowful paths of birth
It rocked the cradle of the cosmic Child
And stilled all weeping with its hand of joy;
It led things evil towards their secret good,
It turned racked falsehood into happy truth;
Its power was to reveal divinity.
– Sri Aurobindo
Savitri, Canto XIV – The World-Soul Page 291.
“Meditation is silence, energising and fulfilling. Silence is the eloquent expression of the inexpressible.”
– Sri Chinmoy
– Sri Chinmoy, God The Supreme Musician, Agni Press, 1976.