[Ekphrastic Poem] Guru Vandana
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Art cannot be divided into sections and often one flows into the other. Painters may use a great work of literature as their theme while poets can be inspired by paintings and sculptures. This is a painting by Donato di Niccolò di Betto Bardi (c. 1386 – 13 December 1466), better known as Donatello, an Italian sculptor of the Renaissance period.The sculpture is called the 'The Penitent Magdalene' which is a wooden sculpture of Mary Magdalene created around 1453–1455. It is located in Museo dell'Opera del Duomo, Florence.
The love for the master is like no other It begins ritualistically Simple practices, short meditationsAnd longer commerce with life No upheavals in the sea of commonality Till the ripples begin The form in the heart’s cave Grows in stature It dominates The talons of the world fall one by one She is gripped by the force of the OneIn meditation sustained deep She sees his form constantly She talks to him constantly But Knowing is not seeing Knowing is not parleying Knowing is commingling It is the Becoming She becomes as one with the One She goes about her life in bliss Only the world will see The transformation to her mortal frame Embraced by grace She has a new visage Of a woman withThe hair The look The stance The muscular arms Of the Saviour.
Art cannot be divided into sections and often one flows into the other. Painters may use a great work of literature as their theme while poets can be inspired by paintings and sculptures. This is a painting by Donato di Niccolò di Betto Bardi (c. 1386 – 13 December 1466), better known as Donatello, an Italian sculptor of the Renaissance period.The sculpture is called the 'The Penitent Magdalene' which is a wooden sculpture of Mary Magdalene created around 1453–1455. It is located in Museo dell'Opera del Duomo, Florence.
The love for the master is like no other It begins ritualistically Simple practices, short meditationsAnd longer commerce with life No upheavals in the sea of commonality Till the ripples begin The form in the heart’s cave Grows in stature It dominates The talons of the world fall one by one She is gripped by the force of the OneIn meditation sustained deep She sees his form constantly She talks to him constantly But Knowing is not seeing Knowing is not parleying Knowing is commingling It is the Becoming She becomes as one with the One She goes about her life in bliss Only the world will see The transformation to her mortal frame Embraced by grace She has a new visage Of a woman withThe hair The look The stance The muscular arms Of the Saviour.
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