silent eloquence by nina marshall

I fail to find a verb or form a phrase
that I consider worthy of your praise.
Does there exist sweet melody or rhyme
that’s fit enough to sing your song sublime?

In awe of you, the painter’s brush lies still,
the poet shyly puts aside his quill,
the violinist lays away his bow,
and flute sits breathless, basking in your glow.

Your silent eloquence sails height profound,
and conjured symphony without a sound.
With polished art, your glance articulates
the grace that elevates to supreme states.

My mind rests blissfully inside your silence
and radiates an inner soul alliance.

 

 

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i try not to bother you all too much with my devotion to my wonderful satguru, amma, whom i dearly love.  but i just had to post this poem by remadevi nina marshall, who is herself a musician and a long time resident of amma's ashram in india.  not only is this a beautiful poem, but it expresses the spiritual intimacy that amma is capable of, and which each one of us feels, each in our own way.  i would not have dreamed that such an experience might be possible, and i truly felt as if i had found 'fabled gold' when i met amma.  that was twenty years ago, and the experience continues on.