Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.
Come, O Sun, O Moon ... O Stars
My Beloved said: "Come, O sun, O moon,
O stars of the perennial heavens, come!"
And the sun knelt at my feet, the moon
Granted me an audience, at the banquet
of His majesty, while the stars danced on
The gateways, of the Citadel of Love." - Manatita
Revelations of Love Divine
Love came from afar, like the moonlight
And darkness, filling me up with luminous
Rays. Bemused, I offered my Heart in sweet
Surrender, yielding in answer to Rhapsody’s call.
I saw Love’s gaze, as if in another realm:
Ethereal, profound … penetrating my soul,
With the supernal magna of Its beauty, Its
Golden smile, now dancing in my Heart.
I bowed before the radiant sun, shimmering on
The horizon, and I knew, from our encounter, how
The waves were replenished, as the oceans laughed
With merriment - like my soul - inebriated with Joy.
Love was frequent in the beginning, then less
So; then hardly at all. Like a new Lover,
Seeking to cement our relationship, She hid
Herself, to augment the agony of my yearning.
Yet She never left, and like the beat of the
Pulse to life itself, so too, She remained
Within, much more real than the ephemeral,
Caressing my core with illumining Light.
Love visits me in dreams, and we once held
Satsang with a small band of Lovers. There I
Was banqueted with Her bewildering smile,
As She touched my head with Her emerald sceptre.
I became immersed in deep trance, like one
Inebriated with the wine of Jannah. I opened
My eyes, still stunned in a state of Solitude,
Absorbed in the serenity of morning’s Bliss.
The second time She came, my soul was
Lifted and nourished in sweetness, as She sat
Me down in Silence, amidst the sacred stones of a
Temple courtyard, whispering to the deities of Stillness.
Now my hunger is insatiable, and whenever
She kisses me, my breath becomes suspended;
My eyes see only a golden aura, a paragon of
Silhouettes, in numerous shades of twinkling stars.
She drove me away once, like a mother does
A naughty child. My soul wept copiously
With the fire of intensity, until, like a
Loving Mum, She responded to the endless
Knocking at the portals of Her Palace.
My Beloved, my Chinmoy, my Lord; my All.
Adorn me in marigolds, from Your meadow of
Light; embrace me in Thy sweetness, of Love’s Delight.
-Manatiita, The Lantern Carrier. 15th February, 2021
Radiance, effulgence, beauty ... Love!
Come, Sweet Light!
"Come, sweet Light, like unfolding flowers
Of the dawn, do open, the lotus blossoms
Of my Heart. Come! O beauty non-pareil,
Kiss my Heart's cheeks and let us swoon in Love." - Manatita
A Lover of Love and Beauty
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