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
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