Self-Portrait. Friday's Inspiration 27, to Patrecia Canosa
Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.
Orchids
Self-Portrait
Light dances, Your bewildering eyes ascending,
To a nameless void. I’m enamoured by Your Silence--
The radiant glint in Your smile, that supernal gaze,
As if in communion with the sweetness of the Unspoken.
I scan for a breath not visible. Somehow, I know
You’ve gone beyond this mortal coil, as the eyes
Flicker, and yet, it is still Yours’s to command. Slowly
You return to the bodily temple and smile, even as
I swoon in Delight, receptive to the gift of inner stillness.
For centuries, great Emperors were bewitched by
Your beauty. They fell, trying to put You in fetters;
To grasp at the blue rays of Your infinity, not knowing
That, like the Phoenix unencumbered in the timelessness
Of cosmic space, You cannot be bound by Your own creation.
Some put needles in their veins in search of You, while
Many wallow in the abyss of loneliness and fear, grasping
In the darkness, unconsciously spiraling towards Thy Light.
You’re with me, speaking, yet silent, visible; not
Visible. I cup my hands in prayer, as You laugh with the
Willow, sing arias with the nightingales, satisfy a lover’s forlorn
Heart, with the wafts of lavenders and roses! Where are You
Not? Even the radiance of suns and moons, glimmer in Thy name.
You’re in the breeze and the naivete of a child’s heart. You
Sustain me on the battlefield of life; shed copious tears in
The hearts of the downtrodden. You fly ‘cross the horizon on
Song-bearers; hide in the indigo of rainbows, even as the butterfly
Flaps its golden wings to Your symphonies. You are me and I am You.
I am the small puddle merging into a stream of living water,
An Amazon to Your great Ocean of the Unknown. I am a raindrop
Falling from a sky I fail to recognize as You, until the river takes me
To a Source where I merge, and re-discover my true nature. For
You are my Self-portrait, my Ocean in the drop, and You and I, are One.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 1st June 2022
"Man is God, in the finite form of his existence,
God is man, in the infinite form of His existence." - Sri Chinmoy
Wisdom from the Master
"We wander from room to room,
Hunting for the diamond necklace,
That is already around our necks." - Rumi
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