by Swami Rama
Great poets and mystics of ages past have written about their visions and personal experiences of the divine. Love Whispers is a collection of such writings: poems, prose, and dialogues exceptional in their beauty and spiritual depth. For many years, Sri Swami Rama kept diaries in which he reflected on life and nature and recorded his dialogues with the Divine Mother. He long kept these secret, not wanting these intimate experiences to be consumed by those who might not understand their exalted simplicity.
Love Whispers is the first time these personal and inspired writings have been published. Written in Japan, Nepal, and the Himalayas, this collection of entries will elevate your heart. Swami Rama‰۪s writing offers a rare opportunity to glimpse the true nature of mystical awareness and the heart of divine love.
Publisher: Himalayan Institute
Copyright: 1986 Second edition 2000
Pages/Length: 90 pages
Dimensions: 5.5 x .4 x 8.5 inches
About the Author:
One of the greatest masters from the Himalayas, Swami Rama is the founder of the Himalayan Institute. Born in India, he studied in both India and Europe and received his spiritual training in the Himalayan cave monasteries and in Tibet. This, his best known work, reveals the many facets of this singular adept and demonstrates his embodiment of the living tradition of the East.
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For many years, Sri Swami Rama kept diaries in which he reflected on life and recorded his dialogues with the Divine Mother. He long kept these pages secret, not wantin ghis intimate experiences to be consumed by people who might not understand their exalted simplicity.
These personal and inspired writings were published for the first time in 1986 and have been collected again in this new edition. Written in Japan, Nepal, and The Himalayas, these entries from Swami Rama's journals will elevate your heart, offering a rare glimpse of the true nature of mystical awareness and Divine Love.
The moonlit night paled its light on the silvery sands, and a crying thought came to my mind from out of teh forgotten past, saying, "the joy that sites still with its tears on the red lotus of pain grows in my heart."