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More Seeds of Inspiration. An Offering to Crissp

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

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The Light Becomes Visible, When The Day Breaks

The dead knows not the living; the wayfarer never dies.

There are no graves in this field of sanctity.

The nights’ blackness, is only an ephemeral shadow;

The light becomes visible, when the day breaks.


Struggle is only the hidden soil of adversity.

Hope is the seed and gratitude are the trunk,

Branches … blossoms. Service is the succulent

Mango, through which man connects to Truth.


There is a stream of living water,

Which satiates the agony of longing.

Cast of thy fetters, no iron bars the fire of the Heart.

A thorn may seem to be injurious, but to the rose

It nurtures and protects her immaculate splendour.


Lantern says: “Be patient, for Love is the supernal harvest,

Requiring only the flames of intensity, to reach its shores.”


-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 23rd October, 2018

~ Awakening The Inner Light~

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I am The Dreamer; I am The Dream


Love is the voice that talks to shadows;

Preens the mirror to share the moon.

I once was that shadow, and my mirror

Fell into a penury of broken pieces.

Alone in my emptiness, I wept God’s rain;

Prayed silent tears for the joys of solitude.

But my darkness was a disguised candle, that

The Beloved wanted me to endure;

I left the Alchemist, molded into a resplendent Light.


I wonder if they see me now?

Still waters serenade the vastness,

Hugging and caressing the luminosity of the moon.

So too, my spirit-filled Heart rises,

And the beauty of the sun-god whispers,

Of my Soul’s indomitable contribution to man.


I saw an orchid bow to the melody of birds,

Cascading their cadences to infinitude.

I am a tender phoenix kindled, on its way to the

Garden of one thousand lights!

My Hearts own symphonies I yearn to share.

Beating, beating … in this wheelchair where I sit,

My quest pushes me, in this search for meaning.

Yet I am the Dreamer; I am the dream.


Come walk with me, my kindred spirits. Let us be friends.

In this journey of a thousand nights,

My inner raiment sparkles with the wonder of a trillion lights!

Sometimes I feel their sweet rays like fireflies,

Dancing in a garden, and the Beloved gazes

With rapt attention, drops of golden rain

Falling from Her cheeks, singing “I love you’s,” to my soul.

It is then that I awake to the magnificence

Of the unfathomable, and know that I am free.


I wonder if they see me now?


-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 24th October, 2018.

~Awakening the inner Light

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Wisdom From The Master

"Hope abides; therefore I abide.
Countless frustrations have not cowed me.
I am still alive, vibrant with life.
The black cloud will disappear,
The morning sun will appear once again
In all its supernal glory." -Sri Chinmoy

Hope

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