I Kneel, Naked and Open to Her Inner Opulence. A Sonnet, To an Esteemed Poet, Audrey Howitt.
Lost in stupor, I see a paragon of flames,
Filled with the Light of Knowledge.
Star lights and fire-flies, are dancing in my Heart.
I am a butterfly,
Basking in a rainbow of unspoken sweetness.
The Beloved undresses me,
And I kneel, naked and open
To Her inner opulence.
The light breeze kisses our breaths,
As a ray of fire directs its path,
To my Soul's longing to belong.
Come! My cute Lover! No more seclusion.
Fill me with the echo of Your inner melody,
To merge our lives in Beams of Love.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted. 9th November, 2015.
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~
The Colours of Life
The colours of Life are but a manifestation of the power of Love: Serene, vibrant, silently unspoken, yet pulsing like a Heart woven by Eternity. Each tapestry portrays its magical luminance, like a ray of golden lamps. Amidst all this, we dance our dance falteringly, each step betraying a greater learning of a craft which eventually becomes a masterpiece. Can you feel this Symphony? Waltz with me!
Still I Rise
I rise to the Light of Heaven; I rise to the starlight hue of Autumn. Weighed down by many chasms, still I rise. I rise to the beacons at the portals of Paradise; I rise to the myriad sonatas singing in my Soul.
Beauty always lends itself to my enchantments. With tearful eyes, some days I'm filled to the brim, and my Heart comforts the universe like raindrops from Heaven. It is then that I evoke memories of a distant past when all was peerless, timeless and immortal. What's happened?
My Beloved is playing His ceaseless, birthless and deathless game, and I sit on His bosum in this Vision. Glory be!
Falling and rising
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