Journey To The Self – Viaje Hacia El Ser

Author: Danah Blanco

  • In Your Arms

    Kālī Yantra with 15 Nitya Devi. Painting on cotton. 19th Century Bengal School. British Museum, London.

    In the luminous darkness of
    the cave of the heart,
    I felt You embracing me.

    Holding me.
    Knowing me.
    Loving me.

    You are the destroyer of illusion,
    the sustainer of love,
    the creator of eternity.

    The Mother.
    The Teacher.
    The Beloved.

    In You, I lose mySelf,
    only to be found again
    in Your arms.

  • Hasta pronto

    La muerte llega
    con su paso silencioso
    a abrazarnos en el regazo
    del Tiempo eterno.

    No nos desgarra
    ni nos devora,
    sino que nos acoge
    y nos expande
    a ocupar la memoria
    infinita de la Vida.

    Lo que realmente
    Somos,
    queda latiendo en el corazón
    Universal.

    El cuerpo se deshace,
    pero el Amor nunca
    desaparece.

    Al morir nos convertimos
    en el viento que mece
    las hojas de los árboles;
    en la luz del sol que
    centellea en las olas;
    en el suelo fértil del
    que nace el aroma
    de las rosas.

    Fluiremos imparables
    hacia el destino
    de lo
    Eterno.

    •••••

    Hasta pronto abuelito,
    te sentiremos siempre
    en el susurro del ciclo
    cósmico.

  • Time

    Time devours us back into the void.

    It tears apart the thoughts that made us believe we were separate from Darkness, when emptiness has always been the fertile ground for our unfolding Becoming.

    It is only in the returning that we feel whole.

    Dismemberment precedes re-memberance.

    Descent precedes ascent.

    Forgetting will precede resting in who we are, and will bring us back to whom we belong; to the womb and tomb of Life.

  • I offer You

    I offer You
    my fear,
    because I know
    You can hold me.

    I offer You
    my longing,
    because I know
    You can fill me.

    I offer You
    my Self,
    because I know
    You can love me.

    In the darkest corners
    of my being,
    I find Your breath
    that breathes me.

    You are the offering
    and the receiving,
    the Soul of the World,
    and my Becoming.

    •••

    Navaratri is coming, although She has never left…

    Jai Mā 🔻🔱🔺

  • Maybe

    Maybe,
    if I stay still,
    You will move me.

    Maybe,
    if I stop searching,
    I will find You.

    Hearts
    know
    about
    Love,
    they don’t need purpose,
    or action.

    In the dark and deep void
    of silence,
    unknown collides
    with known.

    In the breathless paradox
    of surrender,
    we give birth to ourselves
    once more.