Poem ‘Puja in Bharat’ by Stephen Taylor from 1994-0128 The Australian Sahaja Newsletter, Page 1

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The shennai calls our hearts and minds
to stillness and repose.
We sit in colourful array
in long and segregated rows.
Beneath a canopy of cloth
to shield us from the noonday sun.
We wait and watch, expectantly.
Each in a world his own .....
the eastern shadow marches on,
as time ticks slowly by.
The stillness flawed by cawing crows,
braying their b[h]ajans to the sky.
This is a timelessness, so dear
to both the spirit and the soul ....
the wondrous balm of Nirmala
descends and makes us whole.
And then when we at last have reached
that place of deep and lasting peace,
She comes - our mother of the universe.
We rise with open hearts - our thoughts have ceased!
There is a special magic to the scene,
an expectation of we know not what.
It is the essence of this holy land -
exposed by puja in Bharat. Sometimes we hear her words,
Like temple bells within our head.
Sometimes we're startled and amazed
that all is done and time, our enemy, has fled.
Sometimes - those special times -
we feel our hearts and minds expand.
As if our Mother Nirmala has called
us forth to take us by the hand.
There are no words the human tongue
can hopefully explain
those heart fulfilling moments
when we sing her love's refrain.
Oh Nirmala - Shri Nirmala,
a boon I pray, t'is that ....
I never lose the memory of puja in Bharat.

Beginning to understand the Power and Benevolence
Of the blessings of the Adi Shakti;
Our Will is inspired,
Our hearts raised up
And the Dharma of Sahaja is duely done.


SourcesS1. 1994-0128 The Australian Sahaja Newsletter, Page 1, link Archive Post 15, Part 2.


StoryAuthor's Initials from 1994-0128 The Australian Sahaja Newsletter, Page 5 S.T.