Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.
He Said: “No!” He Said: “Yes!”
He was dressed in Kurta; taqiyah;
Beads hanging around his neck.
They said: “Are you a Muslim?”
He said: “No. But the intensity of my Salat,
Reaches the domain of Allah’s Jannah.”
They said: “Are you a Buddhist, then?”
He said: “No. But the sweet chants echoing in my Soul,
Dances to the rhythm of beads,
On the soul-stirring fingers of the Buddha.”
He said: “Jesus wept!”
They said: “Ah! So you are a Christian?”
He said: “No. But I admire His psychic tears;
His compassion for all mankind.”
They said: “We know!” You … are an atheist!”
He said: “Why not another spark of Love,
For there are myriad butterflies,
Glowing in the beauty of my Heart.”
A scholar asked enquiringly: “Are you at all religious?”
He said: “Yes! For is not Religion at the core of life?
Man in Taqiyah
When the campaign’s over,
We vote or abstain from Politics.
But it invades our kitchen;
Tussles with the very air we breathe.
So too, the grandeur of Love,
Illuminates the very pages of ALL sacred texts,
Permeating our Hearts and minds.
Like the new-born, it shines with the Light of Beauty,
Into the core of the ever-effulgent Consciousness.
Finally, the Seeress said:
“I know! You’re a servant of the servant of Love.”
He looked at her in silence and smiled sweetly,
Transmitting a loving energy, deep within his Soul.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier.
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~
"The Absolute came from Delight, lives in Delight and at the end of It's journey's close, returns to Delight. It projects all that we are and see or do not see. There is nothing outside of this birthless and deathless Entity; this perennial Ground in which we live and have our being. All is beautiful and good; necessary ... all that we do not know through lack of wisdom, is only for a matter of a moment. The Beloved is faultless and His plans are ever-transcending and never fails."-Manatita
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