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Shaynani and Ramona. A Powerful Narrative, Dedicated to my Dear Friend, Rasma Raisters (Gypsy Rose Lee) And to Love.

Updated on August 15, 2015
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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.


For Your Sweetness; Your Parents; Your Timeless Love of Poetry, and Your Supreme Contribution to This Noble Cause.

They were a perfect match, they were.

She, a lover of life, and he,

A romantic of the first order.

They often walked within the orchard,

Kissed among the lilies in the extended grove.

Each smile touched an inner beauty,

Each hug, without thought of a tomorrow.

Theirs was just a pinnacle of happiness.

When the summer came,

They walked along the shoreline,

Sang melodiously with the larks.

Swung from their hammocks,

Within the pines and branches of their holiday retreat.

Life was truly wonderful, they felt,

As they both inhaled the breath of daffodils;

The foliage of nature’s grandeur.

And then … the shadows came …

Shaynani found himself in union,

With the turbulence of his wife’s emotions,

As she went through the long hours of painful surgery.

Body altered, image and self-esteem endangered,

Ramona held the hands of her husband,

As the dripped solution, ran through her now fragile frame...

Shaynani wept.

No more romantic interludes in Ibiza,

No more tender caresses with hands of lavender,

Or rosemary of the most precious kind…

The wafts of the petunias were now distant;

The song of the orchids’ silent to his heart.

Only his wife mattered,

Only the troubled beat of a once radiant heart,

Talking to his Soul.

With his last ounce of will,

Shaynani lifted up his Spirit, and offered it to God…

The shimmering glow that followed,

Hovered above Ramona, like a row of radiant lamps.

She felt a powerful surge of Love, releasing her from pain,

And enveloping her entire being.

Stars twinkled above her forehead,

As colourful auras sparkled; danced with her beautiful Spirit.

With a happy heart, Ramona gave a knowing smile,

A last contented look towards her husband,

Now looking deep into her eyes.

He knew her time had come.

With great dignity and a face of dazzling beauty,

Her eyes closed the curtains peacefully, one final time.

Heaven cascaded roses, and

Shaynani’s tears sang poignantly upon the wind.


“Way …. Down … the river,

Where I saw .. my secret One,

It was way …down the river,

That I saw my secret one ..

She gave .. fragrances to roses,

Rode beauty on the dawn.

She gave .. fragrances to roses,

And now…my Love…is…gone.”

-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted, 25th July, 2015.

~ Awakening The Inner Light ~



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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Thank you so much, Gypsy. Truly honoured that you came.

      Funny thing, life. I wanted to tell a loving story, and also to give it both joy and sadness; to show the transient nature of things. I composed the poem, gave it two endings ..

      I took a six or seven weeks holiday, then once I came back, began dedicating my poems again. I came to this one, and immediately you flashed across my mind. I began to see similarities, especially in this kind of narration.

      It is a tribute to your work that in some way, perhaps you had a subtle influence on me. All this is hypothetical, of course. Maybe you tell stories as children in Latvia, like we do way down in Grenada, WI. Lots of Love to you this day plus ...

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      With a huge smile I applaud you. Such wonderful and romantic poetry and lovely music. Nicely penned and thank you so much for this Manatita. I also love all those pictures. It is much appreciated and I shall share it and share it. Love and hugs to you from my side of the world.

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Thank you again. You show a real and true appreciation of my work, Mary. Thank you...

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      Mary Craig 2 years ago from New York

      So close to Rasma! You've touched the inner beauty she so often portrays in her poetry. Well done my friend.

      The love you speak of here is everlasting.

      Voted up, awesome, and beautiful.

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      My pleasure ...

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      Marlene Bertrand 2 years ago from Northern California, USA

      Thank you for bringing these words to me Manatita. I am lifted every time I read from you.

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      manatita44 2 years ago from london

      Yes, my Sweet Shauna.

      You know, I always like to raise it at the end. I hate sadness, but Sri Chinmoy teaches that despair also helps us. Again, part of the message here is, 'don't get too comfortable or attached, as all things are transcient; ephemeral', except the birthless and deathless One.

      You know I did the narrative, then suddenly I thought of Gypsy. So appropriate, I thought. It is her forte, and she has much inner strength, I believe. I'm glad that our Heart's met here. Note how I lifted it at the end, and gave it a song, too. I will sing it for you one day.

      I did at Poetry Cafe, and it melted everyone's heart. They said that they did not know that I could sing so touchingly; so charming. He he. Sweet Love to you from NY.

      Yes, Dear Ruby.

      I am actually a story-teller. It's mentioned in my book. So many long sleepless nights in the moonlight and beneath the nutmeg trees in the village where I was born. We told hundreds of stories ...

      Yes, I lifted the death and composed a song for the ending. I guess that I have to sing it to you, too. This poem has two endings. I used the one with the song. Love you!


      I thought about you reading this one. I'm so glad that you came. Here is some of Rumi's words for you:

      "Both Light and shadow, are the dance of Love.

      Love has no cause, it is the Astrolobe of God's secret's.

      When ever I try to describe Love, I am speechless.

      When ever I try to write about Love, my pen breaks ...

      And the paper slips away,

      To that ineffable place, where Lover, loving and Love are One.

      Every moment is made glorious, by the Light of Love.

      -From Jalal Uddin Mohammed (Rumi) The mystic Poet. From memory.

      I believe that you would love this. An embrace to you and all those you care for. Peace ...

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      Marlene Bertrand 2 years ago from Northern California, USA

      Beautifully written. You have a special way with words. Your ability to bring about two emotions at the same time (sadness and happiness) is amazing.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 2 years ago from Southern Illinois

      This was so much like Rasma's love poetry. Wonderful, every stanza oozes love even at the time of death.

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      You've captured the essence of Rasma's romantic soul. This story is beautiful and sad at the same time.