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In The Bosom of The Master's Hour

Updated on January 18, 2014
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Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.

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IN THE BOSOM OF THE MASTER’S HOUR



In the bosom of the Master’s hour,

Lies the transformation of my lower nature:

The pangs of Ego, lust and greed,

The bonds of attachment, anger;

The black mist of fear, one day,

Will be forever gone from me.

And, as the shadow without reflective aid,

Will disappear like tender youth.

Never will I be able to resist

The heavenward pull of the Supremes’

Lovingly piercing Light.

Oh Faith, how sweet is thy vision,

Of an unwavering and ceaseless march

To ever-transcending horizons.

With the snail’s plod-like pace,

And the surety of God’s loving Grace,

Onwards do I march

To the shores of immortality.


Manatita 31/03/04.

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Ode to Falling Snowflakes



Soft as silk, and

Delicate as the breaking of the dawn.

I see your jeweled spectre,

In the bosom of Allah’s celestial Light.

Tender as a flower,

Yet strong … aspiring to be free.

Thank you for the falling kiss,

On my accepting brows.

A little seed of gentle yearning

Will manifest in time,

To life’s longing for its Self-fulfillment.


Again, you brought the touching zephyrs;

Handed them to others caught,

In the maya of life’s struggle.

Noble sentiments expressed,

Invoked in me insightfulness,

Of your enchanting freedom.

Loved One,

As rocks await the lashing of the waves,

So do I long for

Sheltering drops and soothing touches,

In Your aesthetic presence.


Embrace me with your smile so pure;

Lash my face with your garments breath;

Squeeze me with thy hovering poise

In celestial flow.

Thus we’ll travel through the firmament,

With thoughts of pain no more, no more.

- Manatita 24/06/05.

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 4 years ago from The Caribbean

      Two beautiful poems!

      "The heavenward pull of the Supremes’

      Lovingly piercing Light."

      is indeed desirable. I wouldn't dare resist it.

      The "Ode to the Falling Snowflakes" brings me some smiles. I imagine them allowing them to fall on my face. So playful, so comforting and satisfying.

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      manatita44 4 years ago from london

      Chuckle, chuckle again. Thought of you lovingly today. I could have done with some comforting ideas. I received some words which affected me but I offered them up to the Divine and was fine. Deep peace to you.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      Two beautiful poems to enjoy while on that 'march to the shores of eternity.'

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      manatita44 4 years ago from london

      Thank you Blossom.

      Many a good wish for your health and inner abundance.

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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii

      That was an amazingly beautiful hub.

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      manatita44 4 years ago from london

      So sweet of you to say so. You are one of my friends who reflect true inner beauty. Helps, as it makes you appreciate beauty when you see it and feel it too. God bless you this special day.

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      DeBorrah K Ogans 3 years ago

      Manatita, Marvelous! What a pair of lovely heartfelt poems! Continued Joy, Peace & Blessings in our Lord!

      VOTED UP!

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      manatita44 3 years ago from london

      I need this. Remember me in your prayers. Much gratitude.

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