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Do Not Restrict His Poetry - Dedicated to Mitchell Marso

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

Manatita at his meditation Centre

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When he leaves this world, do not confine him

To boxes and rigid stigmas, but remember his vastness.

Say rather that he rode upon the wind, a messenger,

Whispering a mystic symphony of words;

Transmitting their enchantments in the Hearts of all.

You may tell that he sung psalms to infinitude,

Chanted verses like the nightingale;

Recited melodies to the bells of Love.

And ‘though he was unschooled in the arts,

He weaved metaphors and couplets,

Dined at banquets with images and similes;

Juxtaposing many a lapis lazuli,

On the indigo surface of the moon.

No, do not restrain him in narrow lanes;

Back streets where his words be imprisoned.

Shout that he was eloquent and meaningful;

Resonated with passion;

Weaving a sacred tapestry so vibrant,

That it shed a river of tears,

Filling the void of seeking Hearts.

When you sit at firesides in discourses;

Examine at banquets, the elocution of words,

You may say that the cries of his Spirit fell, like crystal dew,

Adorning the fragrance of the rose in every core.

Remember, do not restrain his creativity … his inventiveness,

For he came dancing with drops of golden rain,

Weaving the brush and easel of his Spirit,

Like Chinese calligraphy… only painted with words --

Embroidered rainbows, garlanding the lantern of the soul.

Lantern of the soul

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Do not say he was ‘this’ or ‘that.’

The sweet cords of the sparrow still hums his poetry,

As he paints in graffiti, on the red petals of the Heart.

A Light-bringer, merging with myriad expressions;

Shining an illustrious beacon; erasing the darkness,

From the unlit caverns of despair.

You may say that he was a bird of hope,

A sweet melody… lipped-scented breath,

Stabbing the ambience with a cadence of fire.

And his lyrical voice was like music,

Rousing the sweet rapture of the soul.


-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, 2nd August, 2017.

~Awakening The Inner Light ~

The Poetry of Hafiz

Restriction of words

© 2017 manatita44

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