Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.
Wisdom from the Masters
"My physical death is not the end of my life.
I am an immortal journey." - Sri Chinmoy
"I am with you always,
Even unto the end of time." - Matthew 28:20
“Know ye not that ye are the temple of God,
and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you?” KJV. 1 Corinthians 3:16
I am an Eternal Journey
When the light of dawn awakes; when the
Sunlight catches this soul, on the Elysian lap
Of Paradise, I pray my words echo in your core;
My Spirit whispers in the magna of your Being.
I am right here; have walked only through the sunrise,
To a realm that Heaven has made ready for my respite.
Yet will my grandeur enchants, like the scent of redolent
Roses; my laughter resonates in the hills and valleys afar.
The throne of the Beloved beckons and I must go;
Yet it’s no farewell, but an awakening, to the glories
Of Jerusalem. How can the sun not set when the day is
Waning; how will the willow waltz without the breeze?
We are together as Breath in breaths; the sound of
Silence in the midst of sleep; the soaring eagle, which
Will never dream that it can fly without feathers. Again, is its
Flight possible, without the lapis lazuli of the perennial heavens?
Love soars, like the Phoenix, a shimmering fire of
Longing - patient, like the sunset - knowing that each
Day will fade. The quintessence of Spirit, is like
Daybreak –a Light, a nameless Emptiness which
Permeate all things, filling them up with the Tao of Jannah.
Where am I not? The ray that dances in the horizon,
Manifests itself in the cuteness of a child’s smile. So
Too, you’ll see my face, hear my songs in the morning’s dew;
Feel my Essence, in the old photographs of pleasant memories.
Didn’t I agonise in the garden of Gethsemane? Yet I rose
Again, from an old rugged cross, ascended the darkness, even
As Orion merged with the twinkle in your Heart. The decay in my
Sepulchre, is not the end of this life, for I, am an eternal journey.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 14th April, 2021.
The Light is visible to some and invisible to many
The Bhagavad Gita (The Song of the Transcendental Soul)
"Weapons cannot cleave the soul
Fire cannot burn the soul
Water cannot drench the soul
Wind cannot dry the soul. - Gita
A great message in these 4 minutes
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