Stages of Freedom by Manatita
My mother told me,
That I danced upon her bosom,
My laugh so contagious,
That her heart wept with joy!
But I, in my nakedness,
Sent a cool liquid downwards,
And drenched her dress.
I pooh’d in the bedroom; the lounge,
The kitchen; the garden …
I was nine months old, and,
As if knowing this,
The flowers sacrificed their fragrance;
Vines sheltered my indiscretions.
Mother Earth absorbed my imperfections;
I was as free as a lark in flight!
Fast forward to eleven, and
I am now a kite upon the sky.
I look at the crescent moon,
And jump with hands outstretched,
To find it a home inside my heart.
I play and chat with elegant swans,
On a lake vibrant with ripples;
Marvel at the beauty of fragrant dahlias.
Now at seventy seven, night soon comes,
But I rent asunder this veil of darkness.
I am caressed by the Love of the Beloved.
I float, like a golden butterfly,
On the Elysian lap of rhapsodies;
Lose myself, on a rainbow of dazzling Lights!
I sit on the crest of Heaven,
As my Soul sings to an ever-resplendent Sunbeam.
I waltz to the tune of melodies,
Softly whispering my name.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. © Copyrighted, 7th August, 2015.
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~
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