The Casket.

The Casket was covered in satin and fine silk;

Yet conveyed the sombre smell of many coffins.

Carried by men in dark shades and black berets,

It was conspicuous among the military salutes;

Adorned by flowers of the most fragrant kind.

Yet I heard the screaming mothers;

Saw the scarred faces of the children,

As the airplanes rained a maze of terror down below.

Today those fine drapes hide untold secrets of struggle—

Of pain, hunger and human suffering.

One child, a victim of the revolution,

Placed a bright red rose on the middle of the Casket.

Today was a day of mourning; of forgiveness … dignity and respect.

Love was still on duty … just.

-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted 14^th October, 2016.

~ Awakening The Inner Light ~

-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted 14^th October, 2016.

War is not new and mankind has always struggled. We did in pre-historic times and just two thousand years ago, we were at it again. Greed/supremacy, power, ego, anger and attachments ... constantly seem to lead to separation, isolation, division, insecurity and fear.

We've gone deaf to the melody of the nightingales, singing of Love in the Soul of man and grown complacent. Things have changed, yes, but the means of creating conflict are still there, just more sophisticated and seemingly cultured. Amidst all this, Love patiently stalks our Hearts and like the rays of the sun, awaits the opening of our windows; the unfurling of our sails, to peep through or set sail. Glory Be!