With Love, Anything at all Can Happen. Friday's Inspiration 11
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With Love, Anything at All Can Happen, 1
My song-bird soars gracefully, laughing with the sun,
Its tale, a pair of rusted sonnets, told near firesides
On autumnal evenings, of the glories of creation.
She speaks of Silence, that elusive rascal, I’ve
Tried a million times to grasp. Alas! ‘Twas all in vain.
Stars kisses her cheeks; the candescent moon waltz on
Their radiant faces, twinkling and dancing in supernal
Beauty; singing lullabies to the heavenly minstrels.
Within the firmament, camellias blush; blue-crested robins
Adorn their sweet chords of eloquence, as my soul sings,
Steeped in flames of grandeur; the candescence of Paradise.
Sparrows embrace; rejoice in the freedom of boundless emptiness;
My Heart weeps rain, its drops so pure, as to dowse even the very
Fire of Hades. With Love, anything at all can happen. Didn’t I tell You?
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 8th February, 2020.
A Golden Flute, longing for the Joy of Lovers
I am a golden flute, isolated from its
True Source. My soul weeps with the agony
Of longing, yet I feel helpless, pulled by the
Shadows of worldly storms and boisterous minds.
Lost, forlorn and helpless is my state, not
Even dear ones will hear my ceaseless cries.
My Heart spills red on the abyss of insecurity;
The tears of the eyes run dry from crying.
Come! Sweet Shyama, listen to this tiny flame
Within. I yearn for the Joy of Lovers, steeped in
The sweet ecstasy of Thy name. Yet I feel like the
Dark night, longing endlessly for the dawn of awakening.
“Come! My crush angel. The cocoon hangs from
The foliage, seemingly enclosed, until the miracle
Of the butterfly emerges, in all its pristine glory.”
_ Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 30th June, 2020
Meaning
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