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For the Spirit of Creation. Friday's Inspiration 14, to the Esteemed Writer Peggy Woods

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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