O Light of The Beyond! Come! By Manatita
Quote from a visionary Seer
"Your body is woven, from the Light of Heaven." -Rumi
Light of Heaven
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
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.
"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
Are we afraid of the Light?
© 2018 manatita44