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Garden of The Soul. Monday's Inspiration 91, to the New Writer, Ishika Mehere

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

Sri Krishna and Radha

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Wisdom From the Master

"If you do not know the capacity of your mind, You have not missed much. If you do not know the capacity of your heart, You have missed much. If you do not know the capacity of your soul, You have missed all." - Sri Chinmoy

Wisdom From Sri Chinmoy

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The Garden of the Soul

Struggling for eons, I had only the desert, as my

Companion. My inner battles were constant, and

The pangs of desire tarnished my Heart. Darkness,

Like Gaia drawing home the sunset, disturbed my soul.


Yet forward I moved, the longing for Love a constant

Agony, tearing at my soul. I was alone in an arid chasm,

Searching for an oasis, to quench my inner hunger.


One virgin dawn, my grey clouds began to dissipate

At daybreak, and, as the blue sky peeped through,

I could smell the luminous sunlight, see her cheeks

Smile, and knew intuitively, she’d be out at any moment.


Now my inner-song-bird sings to the mountains, as

Light dances and flowers bloom anew. Nothing moves

Without the breath of Silence. I am a dauntless Spirit,

Steadier than the mother’s arms, cradling her new-born.


I have found my Lover, and our Hearts, harmonious,

Devoid of grievances, are One. There’s a sweet fire within,

From this scented garden, where roses emerge victorious;

I dance in the flames of Paradise, while banqueting with Light.


- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 19th September, 2021

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Nurturing the Soul's Garden

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Immersed in Her Precious Flames of Delight

I was a fertile seed, separated from its Source,

Dying from the agony of longing, to return home.

Wallowing in isolation and despair, the sad

Wails of my Spirit, reached out to Paradise in prayer.


For eons, I was lost in a torrent of pain and distress,

Until Love came, walking on the sweetness of

Of my longing. She licked my tears in Silence,

Rejoicing in the sweet lute, of my total surrender.


My soul, a core agent of the Beloved, and the

Heart, her deity, cupped their hands unceasingly

In supplication, paying obeisance to my cute Shyama;

Entreating intercession, for the glories of the Light.


My Beloved smiled; gazed at me, revealing Her true

Nature. I became immersed, in Her precious flames of Delight.


-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 17th September, 2021

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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

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Nurturing the garden of the soul

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