Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.
For the Spirit of Walt Whitman, Daniel Boone, Dr Jane Goodall and nature and aesthetic lovers everywhere
For The Spirit of Creation
Forest, you are the Creator’s open book,
Where cricket’s chant, birds recite verse;
Each stream a sacred psalm from the earth.
The sunlight shimmers through your boughs,
Creating a luminous canopy, where golden
Beams unchanged, break into a ceaseless
Revelation, of your divine magnificence.
Descending down the winding path, your
Stillness hugs me closer, until my breath
Becomes the breeze; my steps the fluttering leaves.
Your lushness draws me inwards, as my soul,
Diving deeper into your mystery, stands still
In rapture, serene and silent, as the ocean’s bed.
On long weary days I soothe my Spirit, drinking
Of your grandeur to the fullest. Absorbed in the
Sacrament of the present moment, while you
Whisper changes to the seasons.
How enchanting are your creatures … the foliage’s,
Running through the silence of your seasons. While
Your breath-taking splendour, offer up itself in contemplation,
Harvesting freedom and an unparalleled zest for life.
Dawn comes walking on a pageantry of your radiance,
As a symphony of bluebirds envelop my soul. While,
Distilled into your power and majesty, you perform
Your sacred duty, for the Spirit of Creation.
- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 17th June, 1999.
Haiku: Fading Summer
Rose-tint Autumn leaves
A magenta-coloured flight
My heart’s glow dances
Zephyrs caress me
Magenta leaves glide freely
Autumn scents I breathe - Lantern Carrier
Blossoms of the Heart, 2. A Free-style Sonnet
Sunflowers glow gracefully, on either side of a
Sunlit path, strewn with gravel and flora. Standing
Proudly against a rocky shore, a Roman lighthouse
Gleams majestically, some eight hundred metres away.
The verdure of the trees and foliage, glisten against
A cherry-red sky with strands of clouds. The allure of
Nature dances within; bemuses me in trance.
I’m intoxicated, and a river of wine bewilders my Being.
The crimson moon, not to be undone, descend in
My Temple, like a priceless pearl in the prime of its
Lustre. A Taj mahal of grandeur percolates my Heart, as
The sunset kisses an ethereal gaze, with its radiant beauty.
Nectar flows within, bathing my soul with an ocean of sweetness;
My Spirit sings with the symphony of starlings, heralding the virginity of dawn.
_ Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 14th October, 2020.
I Wish to be a Lover, With You as my Rose. A free-style Sonnet
I once sealed my memory, to the wounds
Of afflictions and desires. Now you have
Kindled a flame of fire in my soul,
So I could shine like the morning star.
When my world seemed lost;
My capacity to soar was stultified.
You came like a breeze above the clouds,
Dispelling my ‘mistiness of shadows.’
There was a cold chill; an endless darkness in Your
Absence; now my Heart awakes, to the glories of shooting stars.
Even as the fish, enjoys the breath of the ocean, make
Me You udder, to savor the milk of heaven’s sweetness.
Let my Heart’s lotus open, like the flower to the dawn,
For I wish to be a Lover, with You as my Rose.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 5th April, 2020
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