This is a book containing 38 poems written by Lali A Love about the spiritual world and the journeys and experiences within that world.
As beings we have dual existence. We live physically as flesh and blood: we also exist as a soul which lives just behind the pineal gland in our brain. Just as our physical body needs food our spirit needs nourishment also. This books provides some wonderful sustenance, reminding and teaching us of our own spirituality, our qualities and how to grow them; love, creating good karma, positivity, light thoughts, change, self love, gratitude, humility. Each poem provides a meditation that centres on aspects of spiritual life.
|I think that it is impossible to just read the poems once, they can be kept to refer to when you feel low or need spiritual guidance and confirmation. They are not to be read in one go but dipped into throughout your life. It is the sort of writing you can go back to years later and find new things.
I didn't know the word “Ananda” so researched it. Ananda in sanskrit means bliss and happiness, signifying reaching nirvana and escaping the reincarnation birth/death recycle. Ananda was also the cousin of the Buddha, who persuaded him to allow women to become buddhist monks. He was called Ananda because he was born on the day that the Buddha achieved nirvana.
Below each poem is a short extract from an established spiritual writer such as Rumi, Ray, Chopra, the Buddha as a sort of qualifier and strengthener. The cover pictures the soul as a burning flame, and established truth, but in contrast the text for the cover is in a very modern font, san-serif, almost like it comes from a computer. I liked these two concepts in juxtaposition, the new growing on, giving new life and developing from the established old. This symbolises the spiritual life as something relevant and vital in the modern world, something that we all need right now.
Lali A Love must be congratulated on writing such a wonderful collection of poems. She has done a very good job in portraying spirituality through physical words. I imagine myself picking up one of the poems, holding it to the air in my hand and squeezing it. I watch a cloud of starlight and colourful sparkle fly out and trail into the sky.
