The Question of Identity
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
"Your soul has a special mission. Your soul is supremely conscious of it.
Maya, illusion or forgetfulness, makes you feel that you are finite, weak and helpless. This is not true. You are not the body. You are not the senses. You are not the mind. These are all limited. You are the soul..." - Sri Chinmoy
Identity
A fire can create a tornado of blazes, yet it can
Also cook ravishing and delectable meals. In the
Same way, life can be a pageantry of colours to enjoy,
Or a tapestry of countless challenges to conquer.
I am a strand on the sitar of the music we call Love,
Yet I clutch at the moon in sunset tides.
Creating chasms and divisions, like a sliced tomato;
Waves curling against rocks with futile intensity.
Who am I? I’m paired with the duality of Light
And darkness, cold and warmth, walk with twinkling
Stars, even while dancing with the shadows of
Nights, leaving an Eden of painful scars in my abyss.
My mind runs riotous, and I fight with the agony
Of injustices perceived, attempt to deal with the
Weight of my burden of labels, engrossed in pain, while
Insecurity and loneliness slice my heart with scimitars.
Who am I? I am the Light I long to see and change, for
Sure, begins with me. I struggle … to transform my
Angle of vision, my environment, my darker impulses;
The many forces I can’t control, in my quest for happiness.
Solitude evades me like the tail of a dog; I’m forced to
Reminisce on my parent’s wisdom, in quest of freedom.
Theirs was a common humanity of Light and discernment,
Of Decorum and beauty … of selfless love.
Their sacrifice spoke to me of the glories of life; mom’s
Radiant kisses enfolding and insulating my Heart with goodness.
Yet I was called bad names, saw the indignity of kindred spirits --
My women suffering the depravity of self-worth; of self-esteem.
Shaped by life, I, a wayfaring vessel on turbulent
Oceans, wandered alone, as clouds dispersed from
The heavenly blue, no place to call my home; stumbling
In a hollow maze of abysmal darkness.
Who am I? I am a child woven from an embryo, carrying
Seeds and blueprints of a DNA, going all the way back to
Ancestral Africa. I marvel at the intricacies of birth, while living
In dread of demise to an inevitable and invisible stranger, called Death.
Alas! Like the deer that runs after its own musk, not
Realizing that it comes from its innate self, I have forgotten
That golden Light within, from whence I came, to ascend
The winding Path of righteousness, in order to find my way Home.
- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 15th November, 2020
Wisdom from the Master
"Has your soul a special mission? Yes. Your mission is in the inmost recesses of your heart, and you have to find and fulfil it there. There can be no external way for you to fulfil your mission..." - Sri Chinmoy
Identity
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