the
soul
has its goal
All things start in
Brahman. Nothing
is without Brahman. All things end in Brahman.
When are you ever without
love,
my soul? When are you without strength? Is not every inch, every
milligramme,
every atom of you made out of godliness?
Never despair, my soul,
that you
are without love, without kindness, without peace. For Brahman is the
sentinel
of the Golden House. In times of despair he will whisper his Holy Words:
"Rest in me, fallible
man.
Be for ever more in me a stronghold of certainty. Let the look show in
your
eyes of a man who knows. Give your fellow man the eye, my beloved, that
they shall see and acknowledge that here's a man of love, strength and
peace,
a man who has trodden the path."
Go back to your source,
my soul.
Unite your self with the Self from where you came. Let all your
troubles
dissipate in the vastness of holy tranquillity.
For the soul must be
brought back
again.
The soul must come home
again,
where its Penelope is
waiting.
She never stops looking at the sea from where her soul one day shall
return
from its battles. Weary of it all it will shed tears in her lap: "it
was not worth it, my wife, all the treasuries of the world were nothing
compared to the sweetness of your embrace. "
Then this Penelope will
smile
and gently caress the soul.
It happens in every man.
Every
man must travel his own Odyssey. The road may be different, but the
goal
is the same. The last adventure of this Odyssey will be the Scheria of
spirituality.
Great gifts the Faiakes will send you on your last trip home. Your ship
will be laden with the gold of love and kindness, of compassion and
humility,
of strength and proudness.
Be forever sure: Penelope
will
be waiting.
Shanti, shanti, o holy
men of
the past, for the great wisdom you thought us!
Alleluia, Alleluia,
magnifica,
anima mea, Dominum!
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