Poetry: Food for Thought. Monday's Inspiration 69
The Wisdom of Ignorance. A free-style Sonnet
Wisdom reveals itself in ignorance, unpeeling
Its skin, like the night receding to reveal dawn;
To unveil the grey clouds like the sun does, laying
Bare the perennial glory of heavenly awe.
Wisdom oversees the callousness of man, like karma --
The Light within this darkness. When will it all end? Kindred
Souls lie in the dust of complacency; the dying simply bury the dead.
Making excuses, there’s a dearth of concern and empathy is lacking.
Who knows the ways of the Gardener? With one hand
He hands us thorns and with the other, the fragrance
And sacrifice of roses; the tapestry of grandeur. The divine
Alchemist strikes my heart, seemingly without mercy.
One moment I lie in sweet innocence; the other I fly on the Elysian lap
Of Love, leaving my folks to grieve, beneath this transitory veil of shadows.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 31st May, 2020
The Other Side of the Mountain, May 2020. A free-style Sonnet
Petunias blossom, as scarlet lavenders
Adorn my garden. The breath of the city takes
Respite, from diminishing sounds and toxicity;
The fear of aloneness lingers; many still endure.
The joy of toil echoes across a frontline, made
Much sweeter, by the love of human gratefulness.
Generosity incarnates, like a Robin Hood, flowering
And offering its beauty, to numerous souls.
The din of confusion recedes; only a few
Monkeys jump. Light is awakening Hearts,
Shedding their rays on the human condition,
Unmasking the disparity of struggle.
The alchemy of hope endures to herald promise, while
The voices of avarice and ego, continue to throw darts at rainbows.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 31st May, 2020.
Some things that drives ignorance
Any ideas?
© 2020 manatita44
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Comments
- AUTHOR
Chuckle. I feel for you. I have gone over to your site but you have not written lately. I have a desktop of about 20 years old. Haha. I do not know about computers as such. I have played lots of tricks on this one, utilizing some logical ideas to keep it going ... so far. Hope that things improve for you.
Too funny, it's this tiny tablet keyboard I'm using since my computer crashed, lucky when I can post at all.
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Hi Verlie,
Thank you so much!! You have sent me two messages, but so what? I love that and will keep them for emphasis. Lol.
Beautiful and inspiring manatita. Thank you.
Beautiful and inspiring manatita. Thank you.
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Yes, I agree John. They are all meaningful. A 'poignant read, eh? See today's. Chuckle. Thanks, Bro.
Linda C,
You remain a very discerning soul. Thank you so much!
These are thought-provoking poems, Manatita. They are certainly food for thought. Thank you for sharing them. I will read them multiple times.
A poignant read in these current times, both poems excellent. I voted for number one in the poll but could have been all the above.
- AUTHOR
Devika, I thank you. I do my best in the circumstances. Gratitude.
Your spiritual expressions shared are amazing! I love it! Time to have fun and feel positive.
- AUTHOR
Thanks Mary.
That's not the one I wrote for you. It's much more sublime. Lol. Have a look! Happy Whitsun! I didn't send cards this time. Peace.
Wonderful expressions of your very deep spirituality. I am really appreciative of your spiritual poems
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Ruby,
This Hub reminded me of you. That is our secret. Haha. I know your Heart bleeds, but if the Hub has a potential for lots of reflection, then I do not like offering it to my friends.
But yes, thank you so much! You are very, very honest. But my teacher called himself an eternal optimist and I also hope. Deep down we belong to God, we just need to remember, that is all. A seemingly gigantic task. Happy Whitsun Monday.
This was definitely food for thought. The world is in turmoil, love is lacking, will we ever laugh again from sheer joy? I still have hope. Thank you for your insightful poetry.
- AUTHOR
Peggy, you put it so succinct and so well! Guruji spoke constantly about the Heart. With a mature Heart, we can achieve so much! I used a line from my Sunday school days, in one of my poems. Some are like the dead burying the dead. Alive, but the Heart is missing or asleep; the eyes can see, but are blind.
Each man's death diminishes me, for we are all interconnected as one. I rely on the milkman to bring my milk and he relies on his truck to work. The truck needs gas from the petrol station. Again the milk depends on the cow and the cow depends on the farmer who depends on the cow for his livelihood. Do you see how the chain works?
yes, yes, everything has a root cause and the inequality and disparity brought to the fore by Covid -19 is alarming. Yet many societies are equally to blame. We all rush madly to the seeming Light which is in fact darkness, but yes, we now reflect. Some will know now that so called 'free will' can be taken in an instant, but many won't change. Have a great Whitsun Monday!
Thanks Lorna,
A calm, reflective, supportive and empathetic approach is needed. darkness around us does not help anyone. Happy Whitsun Monday and much Love.
- AUTHOR
Mrs L, I had a good chuckle. You above all people losing hope? Lol. I told the story of my neighbour recently. She was so down! We used to talk about prayers, her faith, her constant trip to Lourdes! Now she is so afraid and readily admits it's not so easy.
Linda you have got it right. You remember the old Q and A series? How Christians used to attack one another? Perhaps you don't do Facebook. It's pretty bad there to. When we have an Emerson, Jefferson, Washington and Mandela ... a Gorbachev, we get changes. So we really need visionaries.
However, The Seers say that when there is crime in society, it reflects society. Meaning that we are all responsible, somehow. I wrote a piece somewhere, saying that the microcosm and the macrocosm are one.
I saw a piece on Facebook, with blacks expressing their disgust about the way a man died in the U.S recently. A woman entered the discussion and all she could say was that blacks killed blacks also. Do you feel the coldness in this piece? Too many 'yes, but' answers in this world.
My Sweet, we have to intensify our prayers. It is a bit like those dying from Covid -19. They are not numbers, but humans with children, husbands, mothers and fathers and so forth. Thank you so much for coming, my dear. Let us pray.
Eric, Thank you so much. Yes, take that respite. Lol.
Sha I love you guys. Eric will be jealous of me today as I'm laughing a lot. You guys understand my poems so well when I have a look at the world. Chuckle.
Yes Sha, we are all a little at fault somehow. We try, but the old idea that people are put there to represent our needs, is quite tricky to comprehend these days. Yet I keep saying that they come from us ... from society. Thank you so much, my dear. Happy Whitsun Monday.
Wisdom is sadly lacking in this world at the moment. However, it is often in the aftermath that wisdom begins. Let us hope so. Your poems highlight the need for compassion,understanding and hope. Words of wisdom indeed Manatita.
I voted for the second one in your poll, but I agree with Ann that the first one also fits. As you know, the U.S. is in turmoil right now with demonstrations in the streets and rioting. The trigger point was the senseless outright killing of a black man by a policeman. But the underlying systemic history of long-time prejudices and similar incidents happening over time combined with the pandemic and loss of jobs has turned the heat up to a boiling point.
We need good leadership, equal treatment under laws, but also a change in the hearts and souls of people. We all need to breathe!
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Manatita, both of these poems drive deep into the soul of society and the current situation of the world. What really drives it all home is the last line of the second poem: The alchemy of hope endures to herald promise, while
The voices of avarice and ego, continue to throw darts at rainbows.
I'll be back to read this post again. There's a lot to digest and I don't want to miss any of the messages I may need to hear.
Thank you for a wonderful respite.
Manatita, at a time when we should all be reaching out to help one another loving and caring for everyone, how can these horrible things be happening in our world? The hatred and distrust, the callousness and dehumanization breaks my heart and, I believe, the heart of the Creator. We need the hope that you speak of. At the moment I am in short supply.
- AUTHOR
Thanks Ann,
Yes, they are two interesting ones. Appreciate the support.
Hi Bill,
Happy Whitsun to you, Bro. Stay well!
See you guys post my coffee and walk. Chuckle.
Keep the inspiration coming, my friend. The world needs uplifting posts now more than ever.
love and blessings coming your way
I would go for the first two in your poll.
I'm shocked at the actions of some at the moment, regarding lack of care during this time of distancing etc.
Your poems are a timely reminder of the need for wisdom and for hope, a strong element deeply needed now.
Ann
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