“Light of the Universe” by Maika Etxarri

Light of the Universe

Light of the Universe… that you release luminescent love at every instant, make our horizon shine, eternally, with mirrors of heaven and fine vibrant flashes… White light like a gentle breeze you caress my soul sweetly, like a burning torch you guide my bright eyes in the darkness of the nights. You illuminate my spirit and you merge with the essence of my own being, with the very essence of the ethereal universe…

Light: don’t move away or run away, come closer to the eternal fire, to the heat of our peoples! May the stars not fade in the deep and miserable darkness of the night! May the sun not stop shining in our inner lives!

Light of the Universe… don’t abandon us in the immensity of these hidden fears! Shine like that firefly in the night fields and in the fire of passionate fires! Shine with verve and strength, so that your intense and blinding light travels all over the world, remembering the memory of so many innocent souls! Memory of limpid souls, memory of pure beings and innocent lives…

May your infinite light be overwhelming and immense in the candles lit by the lives that were unfairly extinguished! Enlighten future generations to find the inner path of the blue Universe don’t abandon us! Listen to the subtle sounds of time in each moment, in each second that the sleeping silence reverberates…

Ethereal light… illuminate every brief instant, each experience, each existence of my beloved people! Brighten up the desert sunrises! Fully light the bonfire of our truly conscious dreams! Dreamlike, metaphysical dreams, in dreamlike paradise mirages. Eternal dreams of freedom and immortality of the people…

Dreams of hyaline arrows crossing the ethereal skies between thin clouds of white cottons… Dreams of secret lives, mysteries of ascetic monks… Initiatic dreams of luminescent plenaries between golden diagrams and burning sphinxes. Dreams of supra-conscious experiences in the four luminous states of the mind… Dreams of eternal waiting, of constant justification and combat out… Warrior dreams, drums are heard in the jungle…

Initiatic cultures awaken your subtle consciousness on the longest and most magical night of the summer solstice. They illuminate the deep knowledge of the Self, with lights of divine sacred constellations, in the “Silver Eightfold Noble Path”…

Between deep silences … I glimpse an intense shine in your gaze, in your inner atman. That look is so sweet that I forget my past and my eternal suffering. Forgiveness and compassion are so easy when the magic flame of love still shines! … Crystalline fountains murmur at your step like silver bells, like Tibetan bells in old forgotten monasteries. Whispers of springs spill petals of intense love between divine neon lights…

Light of the Universe: Do you understand the horror? Do you understand the lack and absence of living heat in a dark world of deep unrest and enormous betrayal? Light from Indra’s imaginary universe, I’d like to bring you closer to me, but you move away with the hurricane wind...

You move away with pure chance, plucking the withered leaves of life like white clouds, like old words of chaste human ignorance. You move away with the tears and the laughter of the nard. You move away with the hurricane wind towards the deep seas of the longed for knowledge. You move away towards the silver seas, between fine flashes of green ray of hope, in the deep dawn of your golden dreams…

Captive rays of light reflect idyllic landscapes in oases steeped in silver mirages. Mirages of gold and silver in your longed for desert. Gobi Desert … immortal oasis of the crescent, faithful mirror of your captive fears, of your wounded temptations and desires. Deadly temptations haunt your beautiful captive eyes, amid sweet sounds of calm streams, in the grayish sunset of Ladakh…

Your hyaline eyes are softly impregnated with lights and fine rays, beautiful flashes of silver. Captive honey and amber eyes on the wheel of samsara. Wheel of life that turns and turns like blades of old mills, like migrations of libertarian birds… And the light of the Universe illuminates the Pangong Lake, with fine reflections of gold, in the nights of Ladakh…

Maika Etxarri (Maria Carmen Echarri Yábar) Copyright poetry and photography