A Road into the Heart

I never thought I would write a book. And as Novalis once said, a mysterious road leads into our innermost being, within us, or there is no eternity… these steps through my heart that lead to an eternal, destructive, creative emotion, I follow…This book was conceived on the eve or on the day of our Lord’s year while I was traveling my 27th year of life — and it is true.It speaks of Indiaʼs ancient culture, of the sacred Vedas, and also of the culture of our great, great ancestors born and gone into the rocks… under the firmament of Montenegro.It speaks of the present time and people along the path of self-discovering. This is a book about the life and paths of precious people to me, from whom I learned about myself.

The similarities between the cultures, customs, beliefs, and ethics of these countries separated by thousands of kilometers, with their different languages and religions, should not perplex you. I believe there is only one culture — the culture of giving and peace. There is only one religion — a religion of the heart and love. And there is only one nation — humanity, capable of rising above the dualities of this world in order to reach the magnificence of its original divinity.Differences between cultures and customs are beautiful; it is through them we learn about ourselves. It is more beautiful to see how alike we are, but the most beautiful is when we love purely.Would I have been able to depict the destiny of people from a distant part of this planet, living in their strange and to me completely unknown world — still a close world, providing the heart is open and willing good?

It is through them I encountered endless and living faith in truth and the life eternal. It is in them I saw the reality of the spiritual — a divine world of harmony and beauty. I learned by living them, experiencing them in person, following the footprints of the love divine… lasting love of mother to child, fatherly love, brotherly and sisterly love, human love natural and real like the clouds that are sometimes thick and close, sometimes dispersed into the unending transience… selfless divine love that tastes of eternity and happiness.How far had I come? What had I discovered? Had the eternity of furiousness awoken in me? The aim — was it achieved?

A moment, perhaps mine…

I shall write a book in a language of longing for a distant time and culture, resting hidden in a corner of my heart, covered with an oblivion of wants and impulses, yet strangely real.

I shall write a book in a language of longing for a time in the future when, hidden in a secret corner of my heart, awaits the call of truth and the joy of living.

REALITY and illusion — where is the limit?

Katharine Tara M.

Weeping of loneliness, oblivion,
soul searching for the lost self,
how many paths have I marched,
and the answer was here —
closer than close.

A look back — thousands of millions of years of oblivion,
what is this all about,
have I learnt anything?

I walk the path of reality,
of youth even,
a girl with a message of eternity,
deserted by the ancient parents,
teachers, friends.

Will they open the doors of heart
on which for joy,
or loneliness,
or…
I shall knock?

The almighty truth is within and without every living being.
Distant — it is yet so close.