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Reflections for 2020

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 Concept of ‘Helping Others’.

The idea that I’m ‘helping’ others, however noble,

Is like a thorn on the end of a very beautiful rose.

There’s always a subtle feeling of expectation, of recognition;

Of my own benevolence … of the ego of separation.

Consciously or unconsciously, I feel that I’m better than you;

That I am moving from a higher to a lesser playing field.

There’s a very delicate, or shrewd feel for adulation;

A ‘Look what I am doing for the world’ idea.

I am a shooting star, the spit image of a constellation of

Illustrious meteors called humans. Who then is helping whom?

In this wayfaring struggle, I have been both Kings and beggars; opulent

And in filthy rags; the product of cause and effect of countless journeys.

My Shyama, Lantern has discovered the secret, that soulful service,

Free from attachment to its results, hastens the joy of a Higher Delight.

-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 6th January, 2020


Joy and sorrow: The Fog of Eternity’s Glorious Delight

Never subsiding for a moment, duality’s veil dances

Around me. I laugh with the illustrious moon, while

Weeping with the darkness. Life's beauty pales,

On the Elysian sleep of death. Gripped by the pendulum,

Of joy and sorrow, I feel a great anguish in my Heart.

Wisdom says that Love is an agony that must be treated,

In order to free myself, from this quagmire of entanglement.

I searched for my Empress, through eons of good and bad,

Across endless light of days and shadowy nights.

I finally found Her, sitting on the lap of Emptiness.

Her lips moved, speaking silently to my Heart; pouring

Into my soul, the rhapsody of one thousand mysteries.

No more the fog of joy and sorrow, for Lantern has

Discovered the secrets, of Eternity’s glorious Delight.

Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 31st December, 2019


The Sardines of Complacency

They glide freely, on the marine bed and coral reefs.

They are not lost in smugness or self-contentment,

But ply at their tasks, with diligence and finesse.

Yet I’m like sardines, not those enjoying the virtues of

Innocence and freedom, but those trapped in tin cans,

Numb to the pangs of avarice and oppression.

A light zephyr initially, but now a gale in full swing, my wings

Of complacency have awoken from dormancy, and set sail.

The birth marks of humility and empathy have all but disappeared,

And I choke on the smell acquired, in this vast pool of self-sufficiency.

“No man is an Island,” said Dunne. “Each man’s death diminishes me.”

Yet I’m indoctrinated my the customary feel of my can, ignorant of the

Pain around me, while the privilege few, pack my tin of sardines,

With more fog, and I suffocate in false contentment.

Complacency, O complacency, you crowd my life with blood, not beauty.

-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 4th December, 2019.

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"Your joy is your sorrow unmasked … they are inseparable." Kahlil Gibran

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