Tuesday, December 10, 2013

The Creator My Consciousness Reveals

Transmutaion through the Heart... 2/4

How can it be otherwise?
The tiny kernel,
The mustard seed heart
Feels its mysteries
Waiting for One.
Without its direction
How can we live in the flow?
How can we love in the flow?
How can we dream in the flow?
In silence the voice speaks
Taking on the shape of its course
Illuminating the greater sphere
Which splashes and drowns
Anything not anchored.
Within the seed the message is known;
Through thought the idea forms.
In this monumental unfolding
Again and again nature's secret emerges:
Annihilates coincidence and accident
Until complete transmutation 
Is but an opulent promise fulfilled.



©Ganga Fondan, 2013
Posted December 10, 2013
 



Wednesday, December 4, 2013

For kabir Who Wove His Stories for Me to Find...

Kabir Proclaims : “My Heart is Dying, Though It Lives”

In a great vast ocean sits a mighty poet of love
Who weaves ancient cloth and stories together
One day
In his heart 
He witnesses two Lovers
Dancing in the vibrant threads
Which hold all life together
He hears the music of their union
Through the fragrance of their songs
Which suddenly in romantic interlude
Begins to mysteriously unravel...
In that very instant
Cloaked with timeless serenity
The old weaver begins to sing
Outward toward the waiting years
Upward to the great endless sky
Carving an unseen message
That will one day bring these Lovers
Back into the tapestry of unending Joy
When
In another time
Many hundred years later
A young woman soaked in tears 
Devastated by separation from her Lover
Will gaze up at the sky and feel the One
Showering in and upon her
Guiding her through an unseen labyrinth
Which firmly twists and braids together a place
Of eternal Union and romantic fulfillment 
Out of the ebbing and flowing of each breath:
Arises a sanctuary of fabric and stories



©Ganga Fondan, 2013
Posted December 4, 2013

Journal Entry: Dec 4, 2013

"Scholars and students of various faiths have written volumes on this ancient free-thinking poet who lived somewhere around the 1400’s. My particular fascination with him began from a small collection translated by the famous Indian poet “Rabindranath Tagore”. The melding of these two great hearts poured ecstasy over my life to lift the darkness after losing my husband. Singing these poems in English and setting them to music, has brought me endless hours (years) of rapturous singing. Frequently, Kabir also enters my artwork when I least expect. Tonight again, I see his face looking back at me. Our journey ever continues." (Flickr excerpt from 2012...click image to see the another Kabir inspired poem.)