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Take Me to the Land of Birthless Bliss


Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.


Take me to The Land of Birthless Bliss

Here I sit, on the red flames of my memory,

Dreaming of the tenderness of yesterday.

Singing love songs to the daffodils,

I blow kisses to Your rose-red lips.

My Sweetheart, the agony of longing is intense!

Drowning the very flames of Hades,

I offer myself in sacrifice,

At Thy endearing feet of Love.

I pined for You in my solitude;

Yearned for the sugar of Thy gaze.

As You rode on the crimson moonlight,

A raiment cradled by the sun.

Come, my Queen, let me drink,

From the sweet gaze of Thy enchantment.

Quelling the agony of fire in my soul,

Take me to the land of birthless Bliss.

Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 19th November, 2018

~Awakening The Inner Light~


The Rapturous Wine of Heaven's Gate

Love said: “Tell me about sugar, O Lantern,

Speak of the mellifluous portals of Heaven’s lustre.”

“That’s easy,” responded the Lantern.

“I love drinking vintage and

The wine-press makes me drunk.

As for the sugarcane juice, my throat becomes honey,

From the constant trickle of sweetness;

I bathe in an aroma, of succulence divine.”

“O Lantern, there is a wine made from another

Vineyard, drinking of which you’ll never thirst.

When the drapes are drawn and windows open,

The scarlet moon pours its melliferous sweetness,

Into a vessel inebriated by its Light.

It is then that the soul swoons, kissing the juices

Of fresh grapes, pruned and

Seduced like wine, by the radiant energy of the sun.

“Wow!” Responded the Lantern.

“What is this taste of which you speak?

Let me die to the mundane, offer myself

In sacrifice for this golden juice.

When good men die, some wives

Sheds bitter tears, lament their passing for 40 days!

How much more beautiful must be this Love,

That I now wish to lament for a thousand summers?"

“When it is cold and wintry”, said the Seeress.

“We play like children by the fireside.

Shooting off our firecrackers,

We laugh and giggle with frivolous fun.

Yet the fire of the Heart is a constant melody,

Ceaselessly beating the drum of victory in our core.

There’s neither a draft nor the harsh face of winter,

But the eloquence of robins, singing

‘I love you’s’ to the lamps of wisdom,

Sweeping clean the darkness of the Heart.

“Aye, my Beloved”, said the Lantern.

“Show me the abode of this supernal cellar!

I thought I knew my wine;

Took pride in the quality of its taste.

Now I know the Bliss of boundless raptures,

Blowing their conches of deathless victory,

In the deep profundity of my Soul.”

-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 21st November, 2018.

Poems of Longing

© 2018 manatita44


manatita44 (author) from london on December 01, 2018:

Appreciated, my Brother. Much Gratitude.

Rajan Singh Jolly from From Mumbai, presently in Jalandhar, INDIA. on December 01, 2018:

Your poems always provide such beautiful imagery. Thank you.

manatita44 (author) from london on November 26, 2018:

Thank you, my Sweet. I think it is a great creation myself. How can I afford to be humble when I am so Creative. (Chuckle and tease),Appreciate your usual kind and meaningful sentiments. Thank you so much!!

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on November 26, 2018:

Great poetry. I always expect extraordinarily beautiful phrases and exceptional images like "supernal cellar," You consistently excel.

manatita44 (author) from london on November 25, 2018:

Yes. In an esoteric sense, the conch is symbolic of God's victory ... the conquest of good over evil; Light over darkness. A bit like Divali, the Festival of Lights.

In reality, like God, the soul is both a birthless and deathless spark of the infinte Supreme. Thank you Alicia. Joy to you.

Linda Crampton from British Columbia, Canada on November 25, 2018:

I love the idea of blowing conches of deathless victory. The pictures and ideas that you create with your poetry are always interesting, Manatita.

manatita44 (author) from london on November 24, 2018:

Gratitude, my brother. Happy thanksgiving. I think it is a beautiful event for families and week ends are always time to catch up.

You truly value my poems. A few more like you makes life worth living, for i speak of Love's beauty ... God's Light, which you so freely gràsp. Joy and peace.

Ioannis Arvanitis from Greece, Almyros on November 23, 2018:

My dear Brother, I have only one way to respond to this beauty...

And the Spirit of the One spoke

with soundless words of many colours:

"Lantern, my beloved son,

I Am so content of you, because

you can see the Grace in my acts

you can hear the echoes of my thoughts

you can smell the aroma of blossoming Heart

you can touch my ethereal face

you can taste the sweetness of my kiss

you can love through my Love

you can serve with every breath

you can feel that sacrifice is a rebirth

but, most of all, my son

I Am happy, yes, I Am happy

because you can help others to see Me

through the birthless Light of your Heart

and the mystical colours of your words!" Sean Dragon - 23/11/2018



manatita44 (author) from london on November 22, 2018:

Thank you, Venkatachari M,

Always good to see you. Happy Thanksgiving too.

Hi Mary,

Glad that they are inspirational to you. Praise be. Lots of thanksgiving hugs, may. Peace.

Hi Bill,

Pop over to Linda's for the Turkey. I hear that hers is Par Excellence. Happy Thanksgiving. Salaam!

Venkatachari M from Hyderabad, India on November 22, 2018:

A very beautiful description of the nectar of God's gardens. It creates a blissful feeling reading your wonderful perception of it all.

Wish you a Happy Thanksgiving, my bro.

Mary Norton from Ontario, Canada on November 22, 2018:

Another poem full of beautiful lines. Your words often pierce the core of my being and make me open up to the spiritual.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on November 22, 2018:

It is our day of thanks today, and I'll start off the day by giving thanks for your friendship! Peace and love to you always, my friend.

manatita44 (author) from london on November 21, 2018:

Thank you, Chris.

Good to see you. As always, I trust that you are well. Happy Thanksgiving and much gratitude.

Chris Mills from Traverse City, MI on November 21, 2018:

It is refreshing to read your carefully chosen words again. It has been too long.

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