With A Magic Wand

With a magic wand

the moon changes the face of the wall.

The castle stands strong again,

stronger with memory of the ancient scroll.

Like a pack of tarot cards the history reveals all:

the days of glory the time of sorrow.

The weeping willow,

the overgrown branches,

hold forth in their hands

an invitation to the maiden walking in the shadow

to come and inaugurate the tale of the morrow.

Sushama Karnik (c)

Friday June 26 at 6. 43 am

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And Here I Bring A Log Of Wood

And here I bring a log of wood

to light the holy fire.

And once lit, the flame will be my shield.

Thereafter, God will bear me and hold me afloat.

My world, my secret being, my vulnerable, delicate soul,

all of me is God's.

I surrender it back to him.

17 July 2020

Immerse

• Come on, my dear, leave all your worries behind

  immerse yourself in the magic of the eternal journey

  do not be afraid of bends and suddenly sloping slopes

  the apparent steep is just calling you higher and higher

  come my dear, forget all your doubts now

  give yourself to my swirling arms so that I can lift you up

  I take you through worlds just close your eyes peacefully

  and I will purify thy troubled soul; fear not, I will be with thee

  come my dear, leave the digestive questions to someone else now

  I call you to silence now, where no responsibilities reside

  travel deep now, into the midst of the whole, the infinite

  and let go of the human body to find the universe

  come my dear ...

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• Sushama Karnik

  Surprisingly true, I had this experience once when some voice was giving me the same message. The voice was inside me but not me. Your poem has captured it truly.

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• Andrea Béres

  Sushama Karnik

   I am convinced that many of us get many kinds of "signals".

  It is a question of whether we are fit to receive them and willing to pay attention to them in this material world. I think it is very important that we sometimes turn our attention to what is really important.