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The poetic words of Raymond Quattlebaum, in reflection of love, continue to show readers how faith and nature inspire us to see the good in all things God has made.

Visit https://www.raymondqbooks.com/ and be inspired by Raymond Quattlebaum’s books, The Color of Love and Poetry in Motion.

[rachaelrice]

The Great Mosque in the holy city of Touba, home of the Sufi Mouride brotherhood, is one of the largest Mosques in Africa where 7000 people can gather and where millions of people pilgrimage annually during the Grand Magal. The Mouride (Arabic = “One Who Desires”) Brotherhood was founded by Sufi saint Cheikh “Serene” Amadou Bamba in 1883. Touba was founded by him as a place for pilgrimage after receiving the vision when sitting under a tree; he founded the Grand Mosque in 1887 which was completed in 1963, just three years after Senegal became independent from French colonial rule. The attraction to his brand of Islam became a resistance movement against the French empire which unsuccessfully tried to extinguish his influence through imprisonment and exile. His followers and legendary status only increased and the French kept him in exile away from his family and the city he founded until his death while he wrote devotional poetry, literally seven tons of it housed near the Mosque, and refused the eventual French Medal of Honor. “O you the Just, the Good by excellence, the Preserver! O You who heal and who hold man’s destiny in Your hands! Let Your blessings descend where harm exists And let there be good where evil prevails. And let there be generosity where avarice prevails. Let wealth be showered in poor places and let there be gratitude where ingratitude prevails.” “There are four types of guides in life. The first type guides you on how to be materially successful. The second type guides you in the worship of Allah. The third type guides you in the acquisition of knowledge. The fourth type guides you to Allah. The first will only guide you to temptation. The second will guide you to fatigue. The third will give you direction. The fourth will help you to achieve eternal peace.” – Cheikh Amadou Bamba Mbacke Ahmad Ibn Mohammad Ibn-Habiboullah al Bekki More scenes from The Grand Mosque and Touba, which reached 111F the day we left, in my Senegal Highlights. #Senegal #Mouride #HolyCity #MourideBrotherhood #Mosque #GrandMosque #Islam #Sufi #LampFall #BayeFall #AmadouBamba #DevotionalPoetry #Touba #GrandMagal #Africa #Sunni #IslamicArt #HolyCity (at Grande Mosquée de Touba) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPD7bILgveg/?utm_medium=tumblr

[wanderingjotun]

Lance the #cat approved of the proof copy of my #loki devotional. Because everything needs the kitty's approval. #catsofinstagram #lokean #deityloki #devotionalpoetry

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This week, discover Yoked With Christ by Pamela Hollrah-Asleson, an inspiring devotional poetry book that will want you to document your journey with faith.

Check out Pamela KC Hollrah Asleson's book and blogs at https://www.poetsheartgodsgift.com/.

[wanderingjotun]

Only ten more days for the On the Tightrope #kickstarter! We still have a long way to go, so if you were thinking of baking it, now's the time! #lokean #lokideity #deityloki #devotionalpoetry #devotionalart

[wanderingjotun]

The #kickstarter is down to a single digit day count, and we still need a lot of help. Nine days left to help this little #lokean #devotional get printed! www.kickstarter.com/projects/185088098/on-the-tightrope-a-loki-devotional #lokideity #Loki #devotionalpoetry

[spiritualsoul1969]

Bhakti's Eternal Flame: The Alvars' Devotional Revolution

In a world where power was once measured by empire and knowledge by Sanskrit verses, the Alvars rewrote everything with the most disarming tool of all: unfiltered love. Their movement was not built on conquest, debate, or hierarchy. It was ignited by the soul’s longing to dissolve into its divine source. This was not reform. It was a revolution.

The Alvars, twelve mystic poet-saints from Tamil Nadu between the 6th and 9th centuries, lit a flame so intense it still burns across time. But this wasn’t just the flame of ritual devotion. It was the wildfire of emotional bhakti — love unchained from doctrine, raw and alive. They invited everyone, from kings to cowherds, into a direct, unmediated relationship with Lord Vishnu.

What made this a revolution wasn’t just that the Alvars spoke in Tamil, not Sanskrit. It was that they refused spiritual gatekeeping. They didn’t knock on the doors of temples. They became temples through their tears, songs, and surrender. In their verses, there is no hierarchy. Only heart.

When Bhakti Becomes Rebellion

The Alvars dared to declare that love, not lineage, was the true mark of divinity. They shattered caste walls not with weapons, but with poetry that melted minds and awakened sleeping souls. Their words weren’t crafted for elite ears but for the everyday heart—one that beats, breaks, and believes.

Their devotion wasn’t decorative. It was disruptive. In a culture obsessed with precision and propriety, the Alvars sang, cried, collapsed, and danced their way into divine embrace. This was not decorum; it was divine madness. They gave bhakti a body, a breath, a blood pulse.

Take Andal, the only female Alvar, who dreamt of marrying Vishnu and lived her devotion so fiercely it blurred the lines between myth and reality. Or Nammalvar, who, without formal education or initiation, became a celestial voice through pure inner experience. These weren’t spiritual elites. They were soul revolutionaries.

Flame in Practice: The Alvar Toolkit for Modern Bhakti

Start with Emotion, Not Perfection Stop trying to get spirituality "right." Begin with whatever you feel. Anger, loneliness, awe — it's all sacred fuel.

Light a Daily Flame Light a diya or candle each morning. Whisper one line of your truth to the flame. Let it be your witness.

Bhakti Breath Inhale with the word "Love." Exhale with "Let go." Feel devotion as a pulse, not a posture.

Open-Air Prayer Walks Walk barefoot if possible. With each step, imagine you're walking to Vishnu's door. Let your walk become a moving temple.

Daily Verse Immersion Read a verse from the Divya Prabandham aloud. Don't translate. Feel the rhythm, the longing. Let it stir your soul.

Devotion Without Decor Strip your altar or space bare once a week. No idols, no incense. Just sit and speak to the Divine as your truest self.

Soul Notes Journal At the end of the day, write one sentence: What did my soul feel today? That’s your gospel.

Lighting the Inner Fire

The Alvars remind us that the Divine doesn’t need a polished version of us. It longs for the real one — trembling, tired, trying. Their revolution was not in rejecting tradition, but in reviving its soul.

In their fire, we don’t just find warmth. We find permission to burn with a love that transforms everything it touches.

So light your flame. Let your bhakti be wild, weepy, wordless. Let it be yours.

Because that’s where the revolution begins.

[spiritualsoul1969]

Transforming Pain into Prayer: Alvar Saints’ Gift to Humanity

In a world trained to medicate, suppress, or escape pain, the Alvar Saints dared to worship with it. They didn’t shun sorrow. They sculpted it into songs so powerful that even God paused to listen. These Tamil mystic poets turned agony into artistry — not for applause, but as a bridge between the breaking human heart and the infinite Divine.

The Alvars didn’t merely preach Bhakti; they embodied it. They walked barefoot across ancient South India, not to convert others, but to convert their own suffering into sacred surrender. For them, God was not a distant ruler but a beloved who had left — and their poems became cries, love letters, and dirges of separation, pulsing with both yearning and defiance.

Why is this relevant now? Because pain is a universal currency. But while modern culture tells us to numb it, fix it, or hide it, the Alvars teach us to alchemize it.

Consider Kulasekhara Alvar, who imagined himself as a warrior in Rama’s army, begging to die in service of the Lord. His verses drip with longing and sacrifice, not to be heroic — but because his love burned too hot to remain idle. Pain became his purpose. Or Periyalvar, who sang lullabies to Krishna, not to soothe the child, but to soothe his own longing for divine intimacy.

They rewired the circuitry of pain. Instead of asking, “Why me?” they asked, “How can this ache become my offering?”

This was not spiritual escapism. It was spiritual transmutation.

The brilliance of the Alvars lies in their ability to redefine pain as proximity. The more it hurt, the closer God must be. The wound was not a punishment — it was the doorway. Each tear, a mantra. Each sigh, a hymn. They built temples not of stone, but of broken hearts stitched together by verses.

Their poetry gives us permission to not be okay — and yet remain deeply, beautifully spiritual. That’s the medicine. That’s the miracle.

🧭 Practical Toolkit: Alvar-Inspired Daily Rituals

Pain to Poem (5 minutes daily) At the end of the day, write a single line about what hurt you. Don’t edit it. Just offer it. Over time, these lines become a sacred diary of devotion.

Bhakti Breathing Ritual Inhale with the phrase “This pain is real.” Exhale with “So is the Divine.” Repeat for 3–5 minutes. This anchors you in honest surrender.

Sacred Weeping Hour (Weekly) Play Alvar verses or soulful music. Allow suppressed grief to arise. Don’t analyse. Let the cry itself become your connection to God.

Temple of Touch Choose a part of your body that holds tension. Place your hand over it and whisper a prayer in your own words — like a lullaby from soul to soul.

Alvar Verse Meditation Memorize one verse by any Alvar. Recite it during tough moments as an emotional anchor — not to escape, but to stay in love through the storm.

The Alvars didn’t conquer pain — they married it to devotion. They proved that prayer isn’t what you say when you’re calm — it’s what you scream when you’re shattered. In their world, even the cracked voice is a raga, even despair is holy if it leads you to surrender.

In the darkest hours, may we remember the Alvar way: Don’t hide your pain. Sing it. Offer it. Let it bloom into bhakti.