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The Sublimity and Loftiness of Poetry. Friday's Inspiration 8, to Rinita Sen

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


From time immemorial, ancient Seers have left us a legacy of beautiful or sublime words, that sing or resonate in the soul. We find them in our hour of need and they prove to be of real solace or comfort to us, adding Light, awakening, illumination or Beauty to elevate our weary Spirit … to reach the Heart.

Beauty is the inner and outer expression of the soul. When we see beauty, such as in the innocent smile of a child, or a garden of spring-flowers, we are thrilled within and the Heart stirs in silence.

The Heart is the eternal realm of beauty. The Heart is the shrine and the soul is the deity within the shrine. When one is centered within, earth itself, becomes a field of beauty.

Poetry is the expression ... the voice of the soul manifesting its light in myriad ways, through words, various sceneries and forms of arts ... sharpening and preening us - like a gardener to flowers - to ultimately express Love.


You are the Lantern and You are the Light

A bow and arrow are useless, unless the

Quiver is pulled back and allowed flight.

So too, struggle is the result of a seed planted by

Cause, creating an effect, derived from the action or cause.

Pulled quivers are tools, manipulated by thoughts,

Running towards joy or sorrow, based on the energy

Invested in the project. We are sparks of Light; our

Thoughts simply mirrors, reflecting how we see ourselves.

Nothing is really good or bad, but simply experiences.

Shadows, like the darkness, are merely a lesser form of Light.

Dawn will always herald a new day, but doesn’t the night replenish

Us in sleep? The wise are always mindful, to the beauty of harmony.

Oh flame, burn not like the deer, seeking its own musk,

For you are the Lantern and You are the Light.

- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 26th May, 2020


Love has Blended the Flames of my Happiness-Delight

Whenever I see Your face, my Heart goes peacefully silent.

I don’t want what I desired; even my needs dissolve.

Drunk with the fire of Your beauty, I become lost;

Merging with a namelessness, which is entirely bewildering.

Love has crept in stealthily, tying the waves of my

Turbulence together. Now I’m like the bed of the ocean,

Awake only to the stillness that sustains me; Your golden

Robes adorn my sweet soul, with raindrops from heaven.

Just yesterday, I woke up empty and tired;

The din of the mundane echoed in my mind.

Poisoned by the restlessness of confusion-monkeys,

My life was ruled by chaos in my thoughts.

Here in Your hallowed presence, there’s no

Time for reminiscences of shadows. An awakened

Lover, I see only Thy cute gaze; for Love has crept in

Stealthily, blending the flames of my Happiness-Delight.

- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 29th May, 2020


An Ocean Of Sweetness, Which Is My Home

A pageantry of Light penetrated the heavens,

Its lustred rays, merging with the smile of my Beloved.

Her cute gaze; Her wine-coloured lips, emanates a sweetness,

So reminiscent of Love -- that wondrous blending of the Heart.

Her blue flute intoxicates me, as sparrows and nightingales

Awake, singing ballads to the illustrious dawn.

The radiant sun arises, quietly emerging amidst shadowy

Dunes and undulating hills … captivating my Spirit.

Beyond the eloquence of words, there’s a sugarcane region,

In which everything is contained; where the form dissolves, only

To return to its natural state of Emptiness. I walk along a pathway,

Where the shimmering tenderness of celestials, sends a stream

Of ecstasies awakening my soul. I push forward, become

Absorbed in an Ocean of supernal sweetness, which is my Home.

Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 10th May, 2020

Ecstatic and sublime poetry

The Lioness of Heaven Hugged my Heart

I once yearned for Light in a field of adversity,

With anxiety my mind and fear for my shadow.

Steeped in delusion, I held on to the fog

And missed the hue of heaven.

Love came laughing, on the lap of my afflictions;

While the willow whispered to my soul, "I Love you."

The moon came weeping through my window;

As the lioness of heaven hugged my Heart. - Manatita, 29th May, 2020

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