Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.
Wisdom from the Master
Of hope’s outer life
And the fragrance
Of hope’s inner life
Are keeping humanity sane." - Sri Chinmoy
"Hope is sweet.
Hope is illumining.
Hope is fulfilling.
Hope can be everlasting.
Therefore, do not give up hope
Even in the sunset of your life."- Sri Chinmoy
Glowing on the Effulgent Lap of Supernal Love
Each ‘now’, is the dawn of another sunrise,
That keeps our flames burning; the winds of
Transformation lies, within each sacred Heart.
The changing face of ashen clouds, offers
No dreams of a tomorrow, yet the voice
Of the Invisible whispers: “Go on, go on!”
Flowers fade, only to emerge again with blossoms,
Night ascends, heralding the moon and shooting stars.
Have you experienced a sunset, with no hope of dawn?
The deer’s a manifestation, of each new virgin fawn.
Lazarus was thought to have died for good;
Yet Grace showed that he was only sleeping.
The Prodigal went astray in his iniquities,
Yet rose to glory in his Father’s Kingdom.
The Naga Baba drifts from place to place, naked,
With nothing but his daunting faith. Yet the rose
In all its grandeur, cannot match the glory of his soul.
Rejoice, my sweet angels, you have not done so
Badly after all! Our Hearts still sing of eternity,
Even as hope blooms with new discoveries.
Our once forgotten humans, are once again
Remembered; the breeze of new
Benevolence, now penetrates the soul.
We’re much more in synergy, than the light of myriad
Suns! Gaia is simply grooming our shadows, so we
Continue to glow, on the effulgent lap of supernal Love.
- Lantern Carrier. 28th December, 2020
The Smile of a Heart of Innocence, will Teach us all we Need to Know About Love
Teaching us Slowly, all we Ever Need to Know, About the Unspoken
Life gives me the plight of an old man
With myriad ailments, yet a Heart with
The smile of a child, soaring like a bird,
Carrying my ageing passengers on its wings.
Freedom is the cage unlimited, with or
Without form; the cage a Freedom veiled,
Purposefully unravelling its own map; marching
Towards the golden Light of the unknowable.
Earth circles the blooming flowers, while
The gem-stone beauty of the indigo moon,
Joyfully kisses my soul; walks with me to
The pinnacle-crest of happiness.
Silvery clouds float, as the stars twinkle, dancing
In the perennial vastness of a twilight sky. Autumnal
Leaves dissipate and flourish anew, falling and
Rising, like a pendulum, on the lap of supernal wonder.
A lit candle hurts when touched improperly,
Yet it gives light to the dark and solace during prayers.
We are all notes on the lute of the Breath of breaths,
Each one a beautiful flower, emitting its own scent.
In this drama called ‘Life’, the rose of Love blossoms radiantly,
Teaching us slowly all we ever need to know, about the Unspoken.
- Manatita, 27th Dec, 2020
Wisdom from the Master
"From the New Year we can learn that God is God only when God is OUR God and not MY God. From the New Year we can learn that Truth is Truth only when Truth is OUR Truth and not MY Truth.
At every moment it is we who can make ourselves a blessing to ourselves and to the world at large." - Sri Chinmoy
Beauty is neither 'this' nor 'that', but the Light of the Beloved. - Manatita
2021 and Hope
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