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My Soul Sings to the Morning Sun. A Soulful Offering to my Brother Cam (Chris Mills) Kenya's Delight 7

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



Hope, my hope, lifting my veil of darkness, you soar like the eagle, to immeasurable heights. The kernels of your orchids shoot upwards, like the ascent of the Spirit of man, blooming and ever blossoming to new promises ... possibilities that take wings, on another virgin dawn.

The spring-summer roses of a once wint'ry Heart, sacrifices their redolence, awakening the joy of a magenta-tinted autumnal beauty, into an illustrious pearl.

Hope, my hope, a beacon of vision and song-bird of the soul, you gave me wings to fly, into the realms of infinitude ... the joy of the Beyond.


My Soul Sings to the Morning Sun

The ultraviolet rays of the heavens pierce my skin.

The sky is a tapestry of brilliant blue, with a segmented

Canopy of clouds, dispersing into the distant light.

The tree with red leaves, still draws my attention;

How I wish I knew its name!

Beneath the various canopies of this terraced garden,

I hear the transient chirping of starlings,

Whistling their symphonies of gratitude.

My Heart melts like sugar,

Immersed In a river of copious Love.

Absorbed in this sweet tabernacle of beauty,

I dream of the glories of hope,

Adorned within the Spirit of the morn.

The verdant hue of the environment responds;

And my soul sings to the temple of the sun.

The guitar-chords of palm trees waltz,

To the airplane gliding towards an alcove of vastness,

Its protective veil, shrouding an indigo of luminous Light.

-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 17th May, 2018.

~ Awakening The Inner Light ~


Nature poetry

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