Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.
Thought for the day
"That which is bitter to endure, may be sweet to remember. - Anne Weale
Remembering Rosina, our dear friend and invaluable member of this Community, who appeared at one point to be facing the portals of Jannah ... who Allah chose in Its Mercy; in answer to prayers, to grant her an extended and loving life. Regards to her family and loved ones. - Manatita
Reminiscences with the Beloved
The smooth scarlet sand, kiss the white
Residual splash of crashing waves. The
Blue sky; the bright patchy clouds, stands
Majestically above the hills and foliage,
Glistening on the aqua-marine waters below.
Tonight, I will carry these memories
On the light winds of dew-drops, gently
Cradling Your gorgeous cheeks. I will offer
You my soul; the tenderness of Love, as the
Indigo moon swallows the night with its lustre.
My old shadows have vanished, and the
Luminance of stars will dance with us, amidst
The nebulae of Andromeda. Hearts entangled,
We will gaze at the sunset meadows, look upwards
At the radiance of the stars, twinkling in the distance.
I won’t give You blue-bells anymore, my
Favourite pasatiempo, like dance to the
Ballerina; like a goal to the football fan.
Instead, we will smile, look into each other’s
Eyes as our souls’ blend in fiery passion,
Springing from the great agony of our yearning.
This, is enough. We know what we feel for each other;
See it cemented into the cornerstones of great
Foundations, like fresh water from a well; like strong
Currents flowing, merging ceaselessly into the ocean’s depth.
As a child I loved the heavens! Sitting on his lap
As dad told Anansi stories way into the night. I was
Always a sucker for the pinnacle of beauty! “Daddy,
Daddy!” I used to say. “What is that up there in the sky?”
“La Luna, my son.” He would respond in hermoso Espanyol.
“The moon!” I’d like to go up to the heavens and
Play with it!” My father would smile, console me by
Saying that one day it will come to dine with us; that
We’ll have a fiesta, as estrellas sparkle in the heavens.
And my soul-bird would soar, as I left my mortal frame behind,
Forgetting Brer Anansi; laughing aloud with shooting stars!
Serves me well now, for You, mi dulce Luna, my sweet moon,
Has finally come to me, wrapped up in an effulgent array of
Resplendent grandeur. We adorn our lips, on the enchanting
Spheres of perennial sweetness, waltzing to the harps of Seraphims.
Minstrels gather together as we twirl, on luminous
Carousels of glittering rays, estrellas sparkling; multiplying
Themselves a thousand-fold; whispering symphonies of
flute-like solitude, into the profundity of our Spirit.
- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 18th June, 2021
Sayings of the Master
"Your wound is the place where the Light enters you." - Rumi
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