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O Light of The Beyond! Come! By Manatita

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

Quote from a visionary Seer

"Your body is woven, from the Light of Heaven." -Rumi

Light of Heaven

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A free verse Sonnet

O Light of the Beyond! Come! Come!

I'm in a abysmal abyss;

This earthly opulence, has become my valley of shadows.


Come! Come! I need Your River of Love,

Drinking which, I'll become a sea of plenitude.

I'm covered in filth; dwell in a field of cobwebs.


Burn! Burn, O Light. Burn my house down!

I need to awake from this slumber;

Free myself, from this illusionary mesh.


O Lantern, why look at the house of others?

When your own mind-street, is strewn with garbage?


Here in this land of ignorance, I plead guilty,

For not having loved You alone.

Burn! O Light! So I can recall Thy sweetest Flame.


-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 29th May 2018.

~ Awakening The Inner Light

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My process of writing poetry

This poem, like so many of them, came to me in the small hours of the morning. These days, I like to write things down, as going back to bed is not always useful for one who wishes to remember the poems that come this way.

Sometimes I see a line or few lines together. They take shape in my Spirit and are guided by the intuitive flow of the soul. I then write ... perhaps a line, two lines ... the full poem and then add shape, form, metre... in the morning.

This process is the same on buses, trains ... or at Poetry Cafes, as well as with reading the poetry of those I love. Nature can and does inspire me also. Something touches me, like a word, a cloud, the melody of waves or birds, and the poetry is ignited in my core.

While poetry comes in myriad forms, I would say that the the essence of poetry is to communicate an inner expression, to all things animate or inanimate; The quintessence of poetry, is to express an inner experience of the Absolute, again to sentient and non-sentient, using the medium of Silence and Sound; Sound and Silence.

We do this via a variety of manifestations, but quintessentially we seek to praise, reveal, glorify our innate nature, our True Self. Art for Art sake, if you like. The Supreme Art, according to Sri Chinmoy, is to know the Supreme Artiste, intimately, within and without. Art, in the most effective sense of the term, is a sublime Truth.

Why do we write? I'm on record as saying that I write to reach the Heart -- to inspire, awaken, illumine ... shine a Light on the sweet canvas of the soul. But others write for many and varied reasons, money and satisfaction being a part of it. Why do you write?

So this poem came from my sense of intimacy with my Inner Pilot, in the 'wee' hours of the morning, just after four, in fact. I express the numerous moods of the soul which may or may not apply to me always: fear, despair, insecurity, greed or my favourites, Love, Light, Joy, Peace ... longing ...hope you find this useful.

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Rumi's quote

"Deep in our Hearts,

The Light of Heaven is shining."

Poem by Manatita

I was covered in sleep when She came to me,

And kissed my Heart at dawn.

The white pearl of my Spirit stirred,

Aroused by the Light, which created the morn.

The all-consuming Light

© 2018 manatita44

Comments

manatita44 (author) from london on March 19, 2020:

Great state of compassion. I'm working on it, God's Grace. Not managed as yet. Thank you so much!

Diane Denison from Cincinnati Ohio on March 18, 2020:

River of love to thirst for that enlightenment has woke up. That love will only bloom into many flowers that dance in your soul. And then you walk in the beauty of the world and universe. And when you see a person in tears you cry with them you know there sadness or joy.

manatita44 (author) from london on June 12, 2018:

Thank you. Glad that you have been helped. Much love Li-Jen. Salaam!

Li-Jen Hew on June 12, 2018:

Hey Manatita. I read your comments on Ioannis' article about your poem and my dress poem. Thank you soo much for explaining and for making me comfortable. Glad you and Sean were okay with my question and you managed to spot the question haha! I understand better now and will refer to your comment when I commento n the next poem. Li-Jen is Chinese although there is Jen there haha...Salam is said by Malaysian Muslims as well. I am Buddhist. Going to start work soon. See ya! :)

manatita44 (author) from london on June 09, 2018:

Hi Li- Jen.

You are so kind to me. You have figured the burn thing out. Good on ya! A very beautiful compliment from you. Gratitude.

Li-Jen Hew on June 09, 2018:

Hey Manatita. I admire your honesty and generosity in writing when and how you write your poems. As for your poem, I like how directly you say Burn my house down when it's meant to be metaphorical. It appears to mean burn down ignorance like the strewn with garbage? It's cool how Light is the River of Love because of the warmness and coolness mixed together. You explained to me Light is Love. Thank you for sharing! :)

manatita44 (author) from london on May 30, 2018:

Yes. I know, my brother. I'm a little behind but will catch up. The work has increased here in Kenya. Yesterday I gave a talk to kids living on the street and then still had my usual.

This is a very powerful poem and I'm delighted that it touches you. Of course, since you are a God-seeker, then why should'nt it?

Yes. My inspiration belongs to Him. I have always said so when writing about poetry itself.

Thank you so much! My best wishes to the family.

Tim Truzy from U.S.A. on May 30, 2018:

Dear brother,

When presented with a treasure of gems worthy of the Only Ruler of humanity, how can choosing one above others to dive into with what mere elements of wisdom He has provided be anything but insufficient in composition and respect. Ah, but I relish the task.

I love the repetition you present in the first poem: Come, come - a gentle summon to the Almighty.

"Burn, burn," as a purifying flame, as a lantern, as the sun. It resonates with spirit. A deep awakening, Manatita.

Your sonnets inspire and creates a calming sensation

I like your thoughts on poetry; what makes you pick up the pen and bring forth such love from your very essence.

Saying I'm honored is an understatement - to be presented with a poet who has spent much time knowing God and himself.

Thank you again.

Alas! My angels are shining upon me again. Words flow from my pen now as well.

Graciously,

Tim

manatita44 (author) from london on May 30, 2018:

Chuckle. That one woke you up, eh? A bit spicy, like curry. Ha ha. Now I'm in a silly mood. Funny I like this poem very much. I was meant to write it, perhaps. Peace brother Eric.

Busy day.Will get to you guys soon.

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on May 30, 2018:

Manatita you hit the ball out of the park here. Your poem took me out of my silly self. I got what I needed today. I am eternally grateful for your art.

manatita44 (author) from london on May 30, 2018:

Yes, Bro.

Too true. You express it well. Thank you so much!

Venkatachari M from Hyderabad, India on May 29, 2018:

A Beautiful Sonnet. "O Lantern! Why look at the house of others..." too good a reflection of one's perplexed mind. Love it.

manatita44 (author) from london on May 29, 2018:

Yes.The ancient Seers used to end this way. Guru Nanak, the great Sikh Guru, used to end this way. It was useful for people to know who wrote the poem. Kabir was like that also.

David, sure! An awesome soul! Thanks for returning and your kind compliment.

Chris Mills from Traverse City, MI on May 29, 2018:

This is very Psalm-like. I think they refer to them as deprecatory Psalms. David would often end with a plea for God to rescue him from himself.

I like the interjection in the next to the last stanza of the Light speaking to Lantern's need.

manatita44 (author) from london on May 29, 2018:

Yes Bill.

A great legacy! Thank you!

My Beloved has blessed me much. Gratitude, my friend.

Frank,

Yes ...yes.

I lean towards the Light. Thank you so much!!

Frank Atanacio from Shelton on May 29, 2018:

your sonnets are just so amazing.. there is always a proverbial light at the end of the tunnel.. love your writing style my friend

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on May 29, 2018:

You are a writing machine, put on this planet to bring love and peace to others. Not a bad legacy, eh?

manatita44 (author) from london on May 29, 2018:

Read again, my Brother Chris.

Again, I was still adding bits while you were commenting. Didn't you say, like Bill or Ioannis and some others here, that your early life had some sorrows? You should like this poem, no? Lol.

Remain happy this day. Smile! (chuckle)

Note: Despair can stir the Spirit, too. But you know this, no?

Chris Mills from Traverse City, MI on May 29, 2018:

Light of Heaven, so sad and hopeless until that last line...just enough hope to go on.

Only the light can stir the spirit.