Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour..." -From William Blake's Auguries of Innocence
Sri Chimoy, a sublime poet of the Supreme
The esoteric poet essentially draws from A Higher Source, manifesting the animate and inanimate, with all sentient beings. This is done via nature, people and ethereal or mystical images, using the language of metaphors, similes and the like, to present a vivid and vibrant image of the Divine.
The esoteric poet is first and foremost a servant of Love; a carrier of God’s Light. He/she receives from the ether, the golden messages of the soul’s moods, thus sharing with humanity at large. All esoteric poets receive from their inner Pilots and as such, a muse, however necessary for some, perhaps plays little in the life or pen of the esoteric, as he/she is a conscious vehicle or instrument of the Supreme.
The esoteric rarely has dry periods and in fact never does, as long as he/she is centered with an intense devotion and an unconquerable Faith in the Unseen.
This kind of poet receives in dreams, in the waking or twilight state, on buses and trains and ordinary conversations alike. So, for instance, the esoteric poet may hear something like, ‘the sun shines,’ in ordinary conversation. This draws his/her mind inwards and perhaps the flow might be, ‘and the Light of God permeates the heavens, blossoming upon the awakening dawn.’
In other words, he rarely uses what is heard, whether at poetry or elsewhere, but uses it as a catalyst for an entirely different creative expression of the Spirit.
The esoteric or mystical poet can also compose spontaneously, using the first or last line or both, as they appear in his consciousness, verbally working through the medium of speech, until he is fairly satisfied with a full draft of the work, some five or ten minutes later. All esoteric poets can do this. Such is the spontaneous capacity of the esoteric poets.
An ethereal and esoteric poet
These great souls, like Rumi, Hafiz, Sri Chinmoy, Meera (Mirabai) and others, easily paint sublime or lofty pictures of the human Spirit, reaching a profundity of expression, which is not easily understood in their life time. Again, more and indeed volumes can be gained in future readings of the same lines. Let us look at this piece from the Swami Vivekananda:
“Remember, not the soul for nature, but nature for the soul.” Or the most sublime piece by Robert Frost:
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep...” -Robert Frost ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.
Finally, two very short pieces but full of loftiness from the luminary Sri Chinmoy:
“I think of God, because He is the only thought.”
“He who loves never grows old, God is a shining example.”
The following poem was composed yesterday. It points man to the fact that change comes from within … that whatever we do, think or say, offers a vibration to the world, and so we need to be responsible … that outer peace is dependent on the inner reality of the Self within, the Interior Castle, where Peace abides.
Hope you find this useful. Om Shanti! (The Peace of God which passeth all the understanding of the ordinary mind, be with you and yours, now and for the life to come.)
O Lantern, be the Change You wish to See
“My sweet child,” said the Seeress,
“Why do you weep like copious rain?”
“My well runs dry, O Sage;
I seek change to replenish anew.”
“Look not for change, dear one,
For it’s on the breath of thy lips,
Woven on the bluebells of thine Heart;
Soulfully carved on the lantern of thy Spirit.
Would you blame the game-changers and puppeteers?
Cast no aspersions upon the clouds,
Press ‘delete’ on the ‘spam-stains’ of thy Temple,
The translucent rays of the sun will permeate its void.
Listen to the eloquent song-bird of the soul!
Does it not lament its separation from Love?
Majestic, like the effulgent moon,
Yet its tears burn with the fire of longing,
To kiss the perennial scent from Jordan.
Look not for change, O Lantern,
Be the change you wish to see.” –Manatita, The Lantern Carrier, 1st, May 2018.
Ethereal, aesthetic and esoteric poetry
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