Dr. Ashok Kumar

"Patience: The Mystic's Companion"

By Dr. Ashok Kumar

Copyright February 25, 2025

In the realm of the mystic soul, where secrets unfold,

A gentle friend awaits, with a heart of gold.

Patience, the quiet companion, with a wisdom so true,

Guides the seeker on their journey, through the labyrinth anew.

With a calm and peaceful presence, patience soothes the mind,

A balm for the weary soul, left behind.

In the stillness of the night, when doubts and fears arise,

Patience whispers words of comfort, with a gentle, loving surprise.

Like a river that flows smoothly, patience navigates life's tide,

Unruffled by the turbulence, with a depth that won't subside.

A mystic's closest friend, patience reveals the hidden way,

Through the veil of uncertainty, to a brighter, clearer day.

With every breath, patience teaches, the art of letting go,

A surrender to the present, where love and peace bestow.

In the silence, patience listens, to the whispers of the heart,

And guides the seeker to the truth, a brand new start.

Oh, patience, dear companion, in the mystic's journey so grand,

You illuminate the path, with a gentle, loving hand.

May your wisdom guide us, through life's joys and its strife,

And may your peaceful presence, be our constant companion, in life.

Dr. Ashok Kumar

International Literary Critic

Peace Activist

Mystic Poet

World Poet Laureate

International Metaphysical Poet

Ambassador of IFCH Morocco Africa

 

ALONDRA GUTIERREZ VARGAS

Qualification

THE PHOTO IN THE MIRROR 

Author:.

ALONDRA GUTIERREZ VARGAS 

Country 

Costa Rica 

Your image reminds me of my body in the mirror 

I am just a dream that God has dreamed.

My body was forged from the womb kicking the darkness inside my mother.

Sometimes suffering and other times crying.

Sometimes I am poetry, rain and singing.

I'm a little salty of sun and sand.

Other times I am cold, mountain, flower of the earth.

I am a naked mystery inside the mirror, where I become river water and calm foam of the most indigo sea of ​​the soul. 

I have neither age nor time.

In loving a man I have made mistakes like anyone else.

I fell in love at first sight.

I have given everything.

I have lost and I have won.

I slept under the sky under the shelter of many moons...

Some white, new moons, others timid and dark like strong and steely woods.

swounded animal.

My clothes sang with soft freshness... The polychrome dressed my mind within the mirror of illusions.

My soul became burning passion like that fire that volcanoes keep, when loves spring up on the threshold.

Like the honey that flowers hide...

My feet walked over seas, only to worship the greatness of the only true God.

Where once the sun had dew!

While I walked my skin...my paths.

Everything I look at, admire, desire, is the faithful gift of this firmament.

There is nothing and no one who can

accept the challenge of creating

such beautiful dimensions.

Because I look at them today and live them.

Wake up...

Every morning the new landscape is no longer the same.

I am different in the mirror but my essence is the same.

Every night is a madness that intoxicates you with fantasies.

No one can challenge either death or life.

What we can do is love, admire, enjoy, give thanks and enjoy...

This celestial mirage called life.

This ancient verse that screams that I love myself.

No matter what this life is like, even with aridity and disappointments it is worth living...

Inside and outside the mirror like a photograph showing off your best outfit

 

ALONDRA GUTIÉRREZ VARGAS

.Título

LA FOTO EN EL ESPEJO 

Autora:.

ALONDRA GUTIÉRREZ VARGAS 

País 

Costa Rica 

Tu imagen me recuerda mi cuerpo en el espejo 

Yo solo soy un sueño que Dios ha soñado.

Mi cuerpo se forjó desde el vientre pateando la oscuridad dentro de mi madre.

A veces sufriendo y otras veces llorando .

Unas veces soy poesía, lluvia y canto.

Soy un poco de sa,l de sol y de arena.

Otras veces soy frío, montana, flor de la tierra.

Soy misterio desnudo dentro del espejo, donde me vuelvo agua de río y espuma tranquila del mar más índigo del alma 

No tengo ni edad ni tiempo.

Amando a un hombre me he equivocado como cualquiera.

Me he enamorado a primera vista.

Lo he dado todo.

He perdido y he ganado.

Dormí debajo del cielo con abrigo de muchas lunas...

Unas blancas, lunas nuevas, otras tímidas y oscuras como las maderas fuertes y aceradas.

A veces fui un animal herido.

Mis ropas cantaron con suave frescura... La policromía vistió mi mente dentro del espejo de las ilusiones.

Mi alma se volvió pasión encendida como ese fuego que guardan los volcanes, cuando en el umbral brotan los amores.

Como la miel que esconden las flores...

Mis pies caminaron sobre mares, solo para adorar la grandeza del único Dios verdadero.

¡Donde alguna vez el sol tuvo rocio!

Mientras recorría mi piel...mis senderos.

Todo lo que miro, admiro, deseo, es el fiel regalo de este firmamento.

No existe nada ni nadie que pueda

aceptar el desafío de crear

dimenciones tan bellas.

Porque las miro hoy y las vivo.

Despierta...

Cada mañana el paisaje nuevo ya no es el mismo.

Soy otra en el espejo pero mi esencia es la misma.

Cada noche es una locura que embriaga en fantasías.

Nadie puede retar ni a la muerte ni a la vida.

Lo que si podemos es amar, admirar, disfrutar, dar gracias y disfrutar...

Este espejismo celestial que se llama vida.

Este verso ancestral que grita que me amo.

No importa como sea esta vida, aún con arideces y desengaños vale la pena vivirla...

Dentro y fuera del espejo como una fotografía que luce sus mejores atuendos.