Menosophical [men-oh-soffy-cul]; the condition of waxing introspective - an occasional series on the more deep and meaningful.

On the 9th September, 2013, the 15th Vedanta Course will draw to its official close.  By mid-October at the latest, all students will have dispersed.  Between now and then we have an incredible amount of study and contemplation still to complete.  It is a time of challenge for oh so many reasons.

Earlier in the year, already preparing myself mentally, the following poem arose.  All these creative writings I am placing on the MY TAKE TOO blog, but I know that some of you hesitate to wander so far - thus I have brought the mountain to you!

Peaceful Sunday, Dear Reader.

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Here I stand atop a hill

see there is a mountain still

Breathing hard with blazing heart

I gaze upon the travelled part

Know my steps yet see no mark

burned by following God’s spark

The work that’s done dropped away

the next task comes to fill the day

He tells and helpless I hear

“that mountain’s to climb my dear”

Now the heart begins to quake

feels worthless this path to take

Oh Dear Lord please take my hand

I may trip please help me stand

Having reached this higher ground

less is the company I’ve found

You alone can shed the light

which draws me on to that height

Give me courage give me strength

to travel full journey’s length

Let not disciple’s descent

spoil the worth of this life spent

in pursuit of Truth I’m told

there Your glory to behold

Listen! Om is the signal and  Om is the sound

Unravelling the cords by which Maya has bound

Held captive to nought but our own misbehaviour

And it is our Own Self who will be our saviour

Comes a time when we must stop doing, start seeing

Allow Nature’s song to replenish our being

Pause

Ah yes…

Sweet, sweet indeed are the notes of unspoken earth

which carry us beyond to a place without birth

Brni. Yamini MacLean, January 2013