Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.
Wisdom from the Master
"You are not the body. You are not the senses. You are not the mind. These are all limited. You are the soul, which is unlimited. Your soul is infinitely powerful. Your soul defies all time and space." - Sri Chinmoy
We are the Masters of our fate, the microcosm and the macrocosm, a prototype of perennial grandeur. We are all lights on the lap of supernal Love. If we see Seers in the mirrors of our Hearts, the whole world will be beautiful.
If we see drunkards and lost causes, then this beautiful field of Gaia, will be filled with hopeless inebriates and the penury of emptiness. You and I affect the world, by the vibrations that we offer to the world. Let us send out loving energy, for where our goodness lies, there will our Hearts be also.
The first poem depicts our despair, even while reminding us of the ‘arena of Love’ inside our Hearts, asking us to ‘awake.’
Beyond the Night
On the path of loneliness and fear,
Every moment is a ‘night’ within. My
Desires mimic the call of Sirens, alluring
Me to distraught waves, of my inner turbulence.
I am a doubt-billionaire, afraid of walking the
Tightrope of Ibadah, (worship), yet unconsciously
Searching, for the sacred flames of Freedom.
What is day and what is night, what is
Salat, (Prayer); what’s respite? Each ‘now’
Is my cloud of shadows –the screams I hear
Inside; the adversity candles of Light that calls
Me, even as I blame others for my inner struggles.
Alas! I have forgotten the supreme secret –
The arena of Love inside my Heart, entreating
Me to let go of my impediments. “O night,” She
States affirmatively. “I am your effulgent moon.”
“The evening stars will shine as sunset fades,
The rose repose in faith, knowing that its bud
Will blossom with the light of day. Beacons
Lie on a resplendent Nebula, waiting to
Gleamer on the runway of your emptiness."
"O night, my slumbering night, don’t sleep. Awake!”
– Manatita. 18th August, 2021
Love In a River of Tears. A Regular Sonnet
To Thee, great One, in my self-made prisons,
Steeped in toxins of my shadowy fears.
The summer rays, light of all my seasons,
Is now my ails, my malady of tears.
O nameless Love; Spirit of creation,
The dancing Empress, following my paths.
I lie on Your rose-buds, shielded by thorns,
Weaving, adorning a Temple of sorts.
You’ve placed a bouquet of satin above,
The breath of Your wafts still leads at the helm,
You walk the red silk of perennial Love;
Carry melodies from another realm.
You are my King and my sweet goddess too;
The light of horizons and rainbow hue.
- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 11th March, 2017
Beyond the night
Wisdom from the Master
"Has your soul a special mission? Yes. Your mission is in the inmost recesses of your heart, and you have to find and fulfil it there. Forgetfulness makes you feel that you are finite, weak and helpless. This is not true. You are not the body." - Sri Chinmoy
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