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The Lustre of Your Beauty. Tuesday's Inspiration 11, to my Bhaia Ji Devatva Tripathi

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

The Simplicity of Life

Life is very simple, so simple in fact, that we miss the little things of worth around it: the smell of roses, the spontaneity of our children ... trails and fauna of nature and above all, we forget to look within.

Instead, we argue over books and some seem to get malicious pleasure in doing so. The Light of the Heart is missing. We rush madly like bulls in a large grazing field, not knowing that the Supreme Farmer holds the rope.

Spirituality is of many kinds. Some wish to read minds; some wish to open their energy Centres and some - a worrying number post Covid-19 - wish to be Masters and not disciples. We are at the age where the individual who thinks he knows, is as equally convinced as the one who knows he knows.

A friend I know wanted to astral travel and when asked why? She said that she wanted to see the inside of an Egyptian Temple. Well, I can travel legally to do that. We have forgotten the tenants of scripture: of simplicity, honesty, gratitude, discipline, purity ... you know them all... prayer...

At work, I interact socially, go for drinks with my friends, hang out in pubs and take life for granted. Now that I'm forced to be in isolation for three months, what I encounter is loneliness and isolation, anxiety and depression and lots of insecurity. Alone with the Alone, I fall on my fear and stumble in the darkness.

Needn't be so. Love is calling me to Light Her lamp in the Hearts of all her children, to see the lustre of the moon and twinkling stars .... to rise each new day with another virgin dawn and pay homage to the Unknowable that gives us all.

I rise at daybreak, hear the singing of larks and do my ablutions, all the while praising in the stillness of the Heart. Beauty whispers in my ear and I hear the melody of sparrows and cicadas. The spring orchids call: come! Come! My breath swings in equipoise with Mother Gaia and I feel blessed.

Bhagwan (Lord) Ramakrishna, The great God-man of Dakshineshwar, India

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Sometimes (Two). A free-style Sonnet

Sometimes, I hear You laughing with the willows.

I watch as the herd of antelopes’ graze,

Spontaneous in their habits, while I, pensively

Tugging at the light of tomorrows, embraces Your glee.


Sometimes, I’m stunned by a crescendo of

Emotive energy, delectable, like a home-made cake.

It is then that my Beloved’s Light illumines my despair,

Offering Herself in sacrifice, as the meal at my banquet.


My Heart spills joy; yet, like a never-ending Chalice,

You continue to pour this magically crimsoned wine

Down my Being, until this soul is inebriated and I, too,

Comprehend Your laughter with the willows.


O Joy, O Beauty, fill me with the Light quintessential

To meaning; show me the way to Your deathless sleep.


- Manatita, the Lantern Carrier. 13th July, 2020

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The Lustre of Your Beauty

The Light of Your beauty, blends

With the lustre of moonlight, waltzing

On the glistening splendour of heaven.


Your lush gardens and verdant foliage,

Stuns me with their enchantment, as I pay

Obeisance to Your majesty and charisma.


My Sweet Shyama, my perennial Shangri-La;

Dreams of my celestial longing, come! My Heart

Weeps Joy, as Your cute gaze, floods the profundity

Of my soul, eyes shedding tears of Delight, as we

Merge, ever so tenderly and become One.


I picture Your garland of welcoming flowers, adorning my

Core with their redolence. Indigo skies blend with scattered

Clouds, a canopy across the heavens, breathing life to

The dense foliage; the lush pageantry of grandeur beneath.


The verdure of this stunning valley, is made all

The more bewildering by Your presence, my

Beloved Queen, kissing my Heart with Thy magic.


I drink deeply of Your golden smile, take in the

Effulgent tapestry of Your mystery, adorning the

Nakedness of heaven, shimmering with poise and

wonder, in this pinnacle of resplendent Light.


My Heart beats to the mellifluous charm of

Thy Silence, embracing the light chocolate of my

Delicate frame. My breath suspends, me walking on

Dawns; singing with the nightingales of tomorrows.


- Lantern Carrier. 11th July, 2020

The great Swami Vivekananda, who inspired at the first Parliament of World Religions over 100 years ago, in Chicago

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Wisdom from the great God-man of India, Sri Ramakrishna

“A man is truly free, even here in this embodied state, if he knows that God is the true agent and he by himself is powerless to do anything."

"If you desire to be pure, have firm faith, and slowly go on with your devotional practices without wasting your energy in useless scriptural discussions and arguments: your little brain will otherwise be muddled."

- Sri Ramakrishna Paramahansa

Metaphysical poetry or those expressing an inner experience or longing for God

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