Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.
Wisdom from the Master
"A sleepless self-giver
Is God's Victory-Banner-carrier.
A sleepless self-giver
Is God's Dream-fulfiller." - Sri Chinmoy
Purity is the life-breath of the Heart
Brenda Arledge has so kindly inspired us to prayer, by making us aware of Rosina's recent 'close shave' with Covid-19 (Sars-Covi-2) virus. As this community knows, Rosina is an esteemed writer and friend of the Hubpages family.
I have written a fictitious poem of the event and added some embellishments. I have also added a contrasting and balancing poem on the joys of selfless giving; the benefits it brings to all.
A Sleepless Self-giver .... God's Victory-Banner-Carrier
Eulogy to Mother Theresa. A self-giving soul
"Mother Teresa: Calcutta's Soaring Bird
India's Sailing Moon
"The World's Weeping Sky
Earth's Tearing Loss
Heaven's Dancing Gain
The Christ's Blossoming Promise
The Mother Mary's Harvesting Pride." - Sri Chinmoy
Flowers give freely of their fragrance
The Dance of Giving
How exalted it is to give! How glorious!
I lie awake, as orchids on the dawn of
Spring, unfurl my petals in shafts of Light,
Whispering ‘I love you’s’ to the hearts of lovers.
The blue moon illumines the night,
Feeding her with its lustre, while, in the
Stillness of Gaia’s transient withdrawal of the
Light, the tired mom, unzips her bra, allowing the
Infants suckling on her breasts, yet one more time.
Sweet estrellas! My twinkling stars! I gaze at your
Ecstatic dance; my core stirs, enamoured by your
Beauty and captivating glow. Now a plant, Surya
Feeds me with her Light, nourishing my roots, even as
The rain falls –a diamond to my foliage, replenishing its leaves.
Everything dances! My Lover re-creates the ballerina’s
Magic, soars like a Phoenix, carrying the flames of an
Illustrious lantern, illumining my ignorance in the dark. I
Hear the sweet clarion-call of song-bearers, their enchanting
Eloquence at sunrise, summoning the sanctity of the here and now.
I thought I was giving gifts to the seven-year-old,
But it took him three poverty-stricken kids,
Some ragged clothes, plus an enactment of the tale
Of the good Samaritan, and my soul wept copiously,
Stabbed and cradled by a Love I never knew existed.
For it is in giving that we receive; in loving that
We are honoured, great monuments and Temples
Built in our names, all because the Citadel of the
Heart, governed by Love, ceaselessly glorifies Thy Name.
- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 25th July, 2021
Saved by Salat (Prayers)
Shadows stood ready to steal my youth.
With severe winter lurking, I was pushed
Closer to the end of my summers,
Hanging on strands, above a raging chasm.
I did not sneeze! I fear if I had,
That the ghouls of Covid-19,
Would hasten my flight to Jannah,
As such my soul entreated to the Light!
Salat! More rosaries from friends… starlings lend
Their vocals, while nightingales play hauntingly
On harps. Dawn awakes on snow-white daffodils;
An iridescent moon, floods my ailing cells with energy.
Mayan goddesses move in shafts of Light,
Steeping my soul’s Citadel in their splendour.
Prayer-beads dance in the ether, chasing the night
Away; replenishing the temple of my inner lustre.
Song-bearers soar across the rays of Jannah,
Wings cupped in obeisance, vanquishing my foe
With the breath of Heaven. “Arise, my soul!”, life’s
Music whispers. Drums of victory calls, as trumpets blaze,
Mom’s copious tears, kissing my heart with ceaseless Love.
I open my eyes, as lavenders waltz on light
Zephyrs, carrying sweet-scented aromas. Jasmines
Smile radiantly, as roses clap, adorned in grandeur,
Filling my core with Love’s Mercy. I will not die, for now.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 25th July, 2021
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