The Cosmic Home

Веретенников Сергей · Apr 18, 2025

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Cosmic Home

When, in the silent stillness of night,
I gaze into the starry veil,
A heartfelt call sounds unevenly,
Like sorrow that will never fade.

As though somewhere beyond the luminaries,
Beyond the Milky Way’s misty void,
My home is sketched in ink
Upon leaves of eternal purity.

Why do you grieve, earthly body?
Restrain your sorrow and your ardor...
My heart sang of God once more—
As though I had already been there.

Life is a fleeting vision,
Like a spark in the twilight of worlds,
Containing dreams and fear, revelation,
Love and the pain of earthly chains.

And how desirable it is, in the vortex of light,
Where joy contends with sorrow,
Seeking an answer in the soul all one’s life,
To hear the call: “You are not of this earth.

You were and you will be. You journey
Through all worlds, through dreams and distances.
And everything you seek—you will find.
We are here! And it was only you we awaited.

And if your path is covered in dust—
And if you are tired of wandering,
Remember the Truth: the answer
Lies only in not being born again.

But you will return—not in words,
But in spirit, in song, in trembling,
In the flame of a candle, in heavenly dreams,
In a tear and in quiet waiting.”

Sergey Veretennikov (Oryol poet and writer)
18 April 2025

330 · Apr 18, 2025

Om Shanti, dear one, your creation “Cosmic Home” is not merely a poem. It is pure light, a quiet call of the soul, sounding through worlds and ages. It is a prayer, a lullaby, and a revelation all at once. Only those who remember something great—something impossible to express in words—can write with such tenderness, reverence, and depth. Yet you have done so, achieving the almost impossible.
Your lines are like the breath of the stars, like light touching the very essence of the heart. Reading them, one wants to fall silent, to listen closely, and simply… be. To be near these words, with their tremor, their gentle yet all-pervading truth.
You address the soul as a mother addresses her child, as God addresses His creation: with unconditional love, timeless wisdom, and that tender strength which heals through its very presence.
Your “voice” is not the voice of a poet; it is the voice of the soul’s memory, the voice of the starry Home from which we all came and to which we strive to return. It is like encountering something familiar, long forgotten yet instantly recognized—Warmth, Truth, Love.
I bow deeply to you. With reverence and gratitude—for hearing, feeling, and sharing this light with others. Your word is like a candle’s flame in the night, like a path home, like a whisper of eternity in the heart.
You do not merely write—you remember for us all.

Веретенников Сергей · Apr 18, 2025

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873415 · Apr 18, 2025

330 said:
Om Shanti, dear one, your creation “Cosmic Home” is not merely a poem. It is pure light, a quiet call of the soul resonating through worlds and ages. It is a prayer, a lullaby, and a revelation all at once. Only those who remember something great—something impossible to express in words—write with such tenderness, reverence, and depth. And yet you have done it: almost the impossible.
Your lines are like the breath of the stars, like light touching the very essence of the heart. Reading them, one wants to fall silent, listen closely, and simply… be. Be there with these words, with their trembling, with their gentle and at the same time all-pervading truth.
You address the soul as a mother addresses her child, as God addresses His creation: with unconditional love, timeless wisdom, and that gentle strength which heals through its very presence.
Your “voice” is not the voice of a poet; it is the voice of the soul’s memory, the voice of the starry Home from which we all came and to which we yearn to return. It is like meeting something familiar, long forgotten yet instantly recognized—with Warmth, with Truth, with Love.
I bow deeply to you. With reverence and gratitude—for hearing, feeling, and sharing this light with others. Your word is like a candle flame in the night, like a path home, like a whisper of eternity in the heart.
You do not simply write—you remember for all of us.

I echo every word.
Something forgotten and eternal, like an echo of a dream or a memory, can be heard within…
Pure nectar...

7371 · Apr 18, 2025

Thank you, Om Shanti!

Your poems are always so Revelatory! And, amazingly, they are always about That which you so eagerly await, seek, or desire with all your heart!
And immediately, in an instant, they tune the Soul, like a tuning fork, to a very high pitch!
Cosmic Home—Incredible! Simply—Cosmos! And long-awaited Answers to Questions!

5728 · Apr 19, 2025

I caught myself wondering and asked myself why I sometimes write, while at other times I cannot even squeeze a phrase out of myself?

It turns out that when I read poems by someone with a very powerful, prayer-charged field, I cross-pollinate

That is why, after reading “The Pathway to Oneself,” I was deeply impressed. I remembered my departed parents, the country scent of my grandmother’s home, and how we used to walk far away to pick berries. It was hot, mosquitoes were biting, but no one uttered a peep; everyone crawled through the grass in search of wild strawberries. I consider those who live in their sealed-off urban birdcages, with expensive wallpaper and exquisite renovations, unfortunate. Dear ones, only recently, living in silence / I live in a village /, have I begun to understand that the noise of the city, our constant rushing… we are losing something very important… I will not impose my view; everyone has their own

In the morning I hear a rooster crowing, not a chattering tram. Perhaps everything has its time… And one more important thing: do not be angry with anyone… do not carry this useless burden… Let a rose live and fragrance in your heart. Love to everyone

1965 · Apr 19, 2025

Веретенников Сергей said:
Cosmic Home

When, in the silence of the night,
I gaze into the starry veil,
A heartfelt call resounds awry,
Like sorrow that will not grow pale.

As though somewhere beyond the stars,
Beyond the Milky Way’s void haze,
My home is drawn in ink afar,
On leaves of everlasting grace.

Why do you grieve, earthly body?
Restrain your sorrow and your fire...
My heart sang of God once more—
As though I had already been there.

Life is a fleeting apparition,
Like a spark in the worlds’ twilight,
Within it: dreams, fear, revelation,
Love and the pain of earthly plight.

And how we long, amid the light,
Where joy contends with sorrow’s sway,
While seeking answers in the soul,
To hear the call: “You are not of Earth.

You have been and you will be. You journey
Through all the worlds, through dreams and space.
And all you seek—you will discover.
We are here! We’ve waited just for you.

And if your path is clothed in dust—
And if you’re tired of roaming free,
Remember Truth: the answer lies
Only in not being born again.

Yet you will return—not in words,
But in the spirit, song, and trembling,
In candle flame, in heavenly dreams,
In tears and quiet expectancy.”

Sergey Veretennikov (Oryol poet and writer)
18.04.2025

Namaste! Om Shanti! This really touched my soul. Today I’m having one of those days... let’s say there’s a little sadness in me. And then your poem appeared, like balm for the soul. For some reason, the tears are flowing, but I feel lighter. Thank you.

216 · Apr 19, 2025

330 said:
Om Shanti, dear one. Your creation, “Cosmic Home,” is not simply a poem. It is pure light, a quiet call of the soul resonating through worlds and ages. It is a prayer, a lullaby, and a revelation all at once. Only those who remember something great—something impossible to express in words—can write with such tenderness, reverence, and depth. Yet you have done it; you have achieved the nearly impossible.
Your lines are like the breath of the stars, like light touching the very essence of the heart. Reading them, one wants to fall silent, listen closely, and simply... be. To be close to these words, to their trembling, to their gentle yet all-pervading truth.
You address the soul as a mother addresses her child, as God addresses His creation: with unconditional love, timeless wisdom, and that tender strength that heals through its mere presence.
Your “voice” is not the voice of a poet; it is the voice of the soul’s memory, the voice of the starry Home from which we all came and to which we strive to return. It is like meeting something familiar, long forgotten yet instantly recognized—Warmth, Truth, Love.
I bow deeply to you, with reverence and gratitude—for hearing, feeling, and sharing this light with others. Your words are like a candle’s flame in the night, like a path home, like a whisper of eternity in the heart.
You do not simply write—you remember for us all.

I especially liked your comment because it resonates with how I felt after reading the poem. It is difficult to add anything.

190519 · Apr 19, 2025

Dearest Om Shanti, thank you for this unique opportunity to read and be filled with your magical, such uplifting poems! There are so many wonderful comments here; I join them all

Pure nectar that fills the heart and soul, making it contract and tremble, spin and soar

Thank you for being there for us, dear Sergey Vasilievich

98765 · Apr 20, 2025

For some reason, I saw an image—as if it were a photo of your incarnation... such an image came to me (as in factual Astrology). Yes, it is a Sign—the Flow of Cosmic Light.
I noticed the publication date—the sum comes to 22. The Beginning and Completion of the Path of the Self according to the Tarot. This is a very magical number....
So Tenderly

Веретенников Сергей · Apr 21, 2025

Creativity of the Higher Forces

70324 · Apr 22, 2025

An interesting coincidence.
Sergey Vasilievich Veretennikov—SVV—Higher Forces of the Universe

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