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Come, Sweet Death


Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.

Quote from Sri Chinmoy

"Death is not the end. Death can never be the end.

Death is the road; the soul is the traveller; life is the guide." -Sri Chinmoy


Come, Sweet Death

Come, sweet death,

Let us continue our game of hide and seek.

You veil thyself in winter’s night;

Come ablaze in the temple of the sun.

I yearn for a goblet of wine,

The taste of which will seize this breath,

Carrying a river of perennial joy to Jordan.

Long have I traversed this stream of current,

Punched and battered by turbulent waves.

Stripped naked of all pretensions,

My travails with pain and sorrow,

Has worn my ego thin.

Now I rise in the darkness;

Give glory to fireflies and shooting stars.



My mother sat in silence for three long years!

The frequent pendulums of her blood sugar,

Denied her internal organs,

The faintest glimmer of physical hope.

Yet she did her last dance with a failing heart;

Eyes shining at the portals of Paradise.

Come, sweet death!

On the Elysian lap of Love, I rise.

I hear the bugle blow, as the minstrels chant your glory.

I float on visionary memories for the bliss to come.

Come, sweet death!

My silvery cord’s unanchored.

An ocean of rapture now engulfs my Soul;

I’m coming HOME once more.

-Manatita, the Lantern Carrier. 31st January, 2018



A Free Verse Sonnet

I Bask in the Grandeur of Thy Silence.

Separated from the Beloved One,

I lament in a world of shadows,

Trying desperately to find my way Home.

Trapped in the dark night of my own creation,

A hideous mask torments me in my loneliness;

I have gone deaf to the melody of the soul.

I know I don’t belong here;

That my very breath is banging,

On the celestial gates of heaven.

Come, sweet Love, take me to Your

Marvellous garden of celestial Light.

Freed from the jungle of my internal strife,

Let me forget the pride of eloquent speech,

To bask in the grandeur of Thy Silence.

_Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, 19th January, 2018.


© 2018 manatita44


manatita44 (author) from london on February 02, 2018:

She was happy at the end, my Dear. Thank you so much!!

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on February 01, 2018:

This is an inspirational article about death. I'm sorry that your mother experienced ill health.

manatita44 (author) from london on February 01, 2018:

Thank you, Dee.

She was a gem for us all. So happy that you noticed. Until then. Much gratitude.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on February 01, 2018:

Even in your description of death, you manage to pay beautiful tribute to your late mother. I love that. Questions later.

manatita44 (author) from london on February 01, 2018:

Brother Ioannis.

You fill my soul with beauty. My fervent hope is that the Supreme blesses the world with Hearts like yours. Glory be!

manatita44 (author) from london on February 01, 2018:

Brother Ajodo,

I thank you so much!! Go right ahead. I really appreciate this. I look forward to hearing from you.

Ioannis Arvanitis from Greece, Almyros on February 01, 2018:

“Those who put the pure love of their heart in their writings are a helping hand for the Angels, and they make God smile! What a blessing to the world!” - Sean Dragon

I (Sean Dragon) am offering this quote to two great teachers of love, to Dora Weithers, and to you my brother Manatita, as an expression of my gratitude. God bless you.

It will also be in my upcoming article.

Ajodo Endurance Uneojo from Lokoja, Nigeria. on February 01, 2018:



These lines send a chill running through me:

"Stripped naked of all pretensions,

My travails with pain and sorrow,

Has worn my ego thin."

Really deep and rich. Let me share my exact feeling when I write the review as I already intended.

"Come, Sweet Death" is a powerful poem.

You will hear from me.

manatita44 (author) from london on January 31, 2018:

I understand, my friend. Guruji teaches that before it leaves the body, each soul feels that it has wasted time. Try to leave in such a way that you don't feel this. You have my Love. Thank you as always for your loving contribution.

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on January 31, 2018:

Wonderful poem! You have beautified death too.

Powerful pictures with really deep meanings.

I don’t fear my own death, but of my dear ones. I just wish that I should be able to finish my responsibilities before going.

Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem!

manatita44 (author) from london on January 31, 2018:

Glad you Loved Rumi. I have about 10 poems on death and they are all different and beautiful. Good to see you. Stay well.

Robin Carretti from Hightstown on January 31, 2018:

Wow really deep with tons of my emotions I often wonder how my life will be since I really do not want to get close to death. I do believe I will transform into something amazing because of my good heart and peace of everyone I loved so much. I will always see them through a painting a flower or envision a happy thought of loved ones forever. I also love Rumi a fascinating spiritual connection it gave me good read indeed

manatita44 (author) from london on January 31, 2018:

Ha ha, Bill,

Charming line, eh? So glad you liked it, Bro. Yes, it's cool ... it's really cool!

Thank you, Harish.

Missed you for a while. You do great poetry, no? Return! Thank you so much!

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on January 31, 2018:

"Carrying a river of perennial joy to Jordan."...that is exquisite writing, my friend. One line out of many, but such depth....well done my peaceful friend.

Harish Mamgain from New Delhi , India on January 31, 2018:

Dear bro, you speak of death in such beautiful poetic words ! Osho, a great modern Indian thinker had exhorted his followers to celebrate his demise with all aplomb. We Hindus believe in reincarnation , so we keep enjoying life after life till perfection. Great poem ! I enjoyed reading it.

manatita44 (author) from london on January 31, 2018:

Indeed Eric, indeed!

One is transient and the other eternal. Thank you so much!!

Yes Elijah.

Pretty useful rationale, I'd say. Keep up the good work. Thank you so much!

Thanks Linda.

I like your way of letting my readers know that much of what I say are written in the scriptures. I do not practice writing much any more and I hardly read but yes, like everything else, I read so much as a child that I figure all these great passages have stayed with me. Praise be!!

Thank you so much, my sweet. Your poem was written three days ago. But you will have to wait. (chuckle) Glory to the One above! All glory to the Light of Love!

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on January 31, 2018:

Great prose here friend. Always good in my mind to think about bodily permanence and Soul permanent.

Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on January 31, 2018:

My observations and the concept that there are "living dead" suggest death is only a transformation.

Beginning with a conception of the joining of sperm to egg is a dying of both the egg and sperm when the egg hatches to produce, we'll say, a tadpole. At a certain time the tadpole began its dying process in morphing into a frog which that will discarnate.

From the concept of "let the dead bury their dead" there has to be some kind of morphing in order for man to become "the living alive" and is said to be a "new birth" as the changes of the egg/sperm comb nation into a tadpole which became a frog, above.

Following that thought pattern we should see the Bible's Adam and Eve concept being a morphing into human/woman which, by their definition of "minds unable to comprehend all things," would suggest they are dead and the new birth would make them man or "minds able to comprehend all things." It also suggests to me after that new morphing there is no more death, or "being able to forget", and all forgotten things will be returned to memory along with every other thing one learns thereafter.

The foregoing, bro. Manatita, is my way of agreeing with your title and verses.


Linda Lum from Washington State, USA on January 31, 2018:

Manatita, "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." We live forever, but our time on this earth is fleeting.

manatita44 (author) from london on January 31, 2018:

Yes, yes... focus on the good, even while watching the transitory. Know like the Buddha that nothing is permanent.

I saw a woman recently. She was so sad and in so much grief. Her husband, she said, had saved all his life. They had planned to go travelling for his retirement. He retired all right, but collapsed soon after with cancer. Now he is staring Life in the face.

I've always felt that it's a great shame to have all this money sitting there and not to be able to spend it. I have travelled 300 times and visited 43 countries. Serving ... serving ... so much joy in this, I can't begin to tell you.

God's willing, I'll be off to Africa in two months, serving ... and I'm 66 yrs in 12 days.

Thank you so much, my sweet. Do your best to remain happy.

Shannon Henry from Texas on January 31, 2018:

When I was a child, I used to fear death. Mostly because there was a commercial on TV sponsored by some church that depicted a man dying in an ambulance and going to Hell. He begged and pleaded with God, listing all the reasons he should be in Heaven instead. But God delivers his unfavorable response, saying that he didn't really know the man on a personal level and that all the good deeds did not matter if there was no relationship. So I hated that commercial and left the room every time it came on. It terrified me. I mean, how does a child really fathom what it means to have a personal relationship with Jesus? Or anything spiritual on a deeper level, for that matter. But then I had an equally memorable experience during a church revival of sorts that erased that fear.

Anyway, your poetry is beautiful. My favorite on this page is the first one. It makes me think of the beauty even in death. I recently found out someone I know passed suddenly just a day or so after I last spoke to her. She wasn't feeling great, but didn't seem that bad off either. She spoke of medication for a common infection that seemed about routine as well, except that she had to take another medication in order to take the one needed to heal the infection. Something about the way her body reacted to it. Said it was always like that. So news of her death shocked me and just about everyone else. Makes me marvel again at how suddenly life can change or be over. And it makes me want to recall the things that matter more than the struggles.

manatita44 (author) from london on January 31, 2018:

Thank you, Bro.

I hope it did not scare you, but with your gifted scary ability, I doubt it. Lol. Thank you so much!!

Frank Atanacio from Shelton on January 31, 2018:

Manatita I always enjoy reading your poetry... it really delivers whatever message you want to convey ..

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