The Kiss of Love in Nature. Wednesday's Inspiration 9, to Shauna Bowling
The Magnificent Plateau. A free-style Sonnet
Splashes of undulating white, makes the ravine
Looks even more beautiful! We’ve seen these
Scenes before, surges of aqua-marine ripples,
Beneath a canopy of blue sky and scattered clouds.
You hold my gaze, a nature lover, watching the
Stream seeping through the magnificent cobbled
Stones, on either side of this stunning canyon.
The verdant hue of the foliage stands regal, enclosed
By glorious grey rock walls, plus an Amphitheatre of
Magical cliffs, dominating the lushness of this plateau.
The harps of minstrels call to me, my Beloved whispering
Melodies to Hearts blending together as One, in this
Breathtaking pinnacle-moment … of Being. I gaze upwards,
My soul spilling gratitude, for the miraculous Light of infinitude.
- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 1st July, 2020
Happy 4th of July, my Dear Friend
Mesmerized by the breaking of waves,
I listened to the symphony of the wind –
Of how she spoke of time past and whispering dreams;
Of the pain of millennial sorrows; the tenderness of Love.
I sat on the beauty of twilight, enchanted by
The Light of perennial entities, which kissed my Heart.
The night sky fixated my gaze; we danced on the crest
Of rolling tides, as the wind continued her illumining conversations.
She spoke of the magic of smiles; of the miracle of sunrise,
And the moon kissed my soul, as I bowed in sacred gratitude.
She sang of the glory of man; of the undaunted courage of
A woman’s sacrifice … and my Heart, became a field of prayer.
She talked of life’s struggles … of how Light shines in Jerusalem,
Even when the shadows are dense; that we can only measure
The darkness, by an effulgence we once knew.
And I listened … and my tears became a raiment for the Beloved.
“Drink!”, she said. “Go forth and love! For are not your desires
The same adversity that will fashion you into gold?
And how shall you laugh if you know no weeping?
Be patient, for the weaving of the inner Alchemist never ceases.
She spins and spins … a zillion revolutions, until every indiscretion
Is wiped clean and the yarn returns to its state of grandeur.
You are that yarn; you are that grandeur. Even though you
May not feel it, I can see a trillion candles, glittering in your core.”
Then the waves subsided and the wind blew softy,
Gently caressing my Spirit; the fire of my Essence burned
With the setting sun. “Fear not”, She said, before becoming silent.
“I am with you always, even unto the edge of eternal time.”
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 16th January, 2019