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daisyamerica llc is a publishing house whose purpose is to help and nurture creative artists across all disciplines find the maximum audience for their work. It exists to publish and promote the work of artists whose work reflects core energy known as kundalini, paramchaitanya, rhu, ruach or in Christian terminology, the Holy Spirit. It is informed by the teachings of H.H. Shri Mataji Nirmala Devi, the greatest spiritual personality, who gave en masse Self-realization spontaneously and effortlessly and whose mission was to emancipate the whole of humanity in preparation for the coming Age of Aquarius, the Age of Satya Yuga.

The Fate of Faith

The Fate of Faith

 

What does it take to be the honorable one,

The helper of divinity, the most honored?

Neither silvery robes, nor golden jewels, nor roses lay in one’s path,

Just a sweet smiling face,

A heart cleansed of all malice,

For others and oneself,

Divinity at last!

 

In the memories of saints long-gone,

Dwelled prophetic visions,

The future of those times, merry-making with the present,

Known to some, to many, unknown,

Holding what remains unconquered till the ego looms large,

But breaks open to all, into a realm new,

For the soul – a divine bath,

Divinity at last!

 

Seeking, recognized in one’s heart pure, as the offspring of desire,

Leaves no stone unturned, for the gentle rise of the dancing flames,

in some faces innocent, the humanity still beholds!

Mothered in omnipresence in,

the universes that unfold,

the languages untold,

in imagery foretold,

Voices the conspiracy of the Gods,

Divinity at last!

 

A fable calls of the feminine dilemma, faced by the mother of All Three Worlds,

Seated with pride among wonderous beings, HER merciful gaze at the Earth,

Where resonates the stories of the victories and feats,

Alas! The tale of HER necklace besieged!

Soft, milky pearls, separating from HER umbilical thread,

Each rolling down the darkest corners of the Earth,

The place for sipping both Heaven and Hell!

 

For it was not the love of jewels, nor the lure of things material,

An ode to feminity remains unfinished, till engulfed in motherhood…

Hence, in the company of the brightest stars,

Yonder in the left, in the right, the Sun,

The skies still, at HER prophecy’s birth:

 

‘My bejeweled children shall see ME coming, hunting the wretched depths of this world,

Each one in flesh and blood, cleansed yet again, in the fire of MY love!

Until the golden threads of your seeking re-unite,

Transported by the seven gates, moving through the glistening ‘Sahastrara’ wide,

Is a promise I make to you today,

At the crack of this dawn,

In the Spring of this day!

May you never be separated again, falling into the clutches of the sinning games,

For despite ruling the Three Worlds, a Mother’s heart is, but, pained...’

 

Rise,

The tester’s of one’s faith,

The owners of Sin,

The believers of Destiny,

Let your souls deskin!

 

 

Make way for the persona divine, to let your hearts and minds entwine,

For you lost HER, not SHE did you,

The one who descends, looking for you, regaining HER riches lost,

To carry HER children in HER prime domain and re-build HER necklace all over again!