What's in a Name and Character?

What’s in A Name?

When I awake at mornings, I offer Gratitude to the Supreme, and then, in worship, I adore, praise, offer silence ... and I finish with an Invocation to God. I have done this daily, without fail, for the last 33 years.

This morning, I arose a bit early, and suffered the experience of visiting my Hubs prior to Prayer. For it was there that I ran into the saddening comments of a Hubber, concerning one of my poems, which affected my good name, and helped to tarnish my image with some of my friends.

What’s in a name? I have been reading ever since I was old enough to remember, and as such I instantly remember the lofty uttering’s of my good friend Shakespeare:

Shakespeare Quote - "Who steals my purse steals trash"

Iago:
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

Othello Act 3, Scene 3

So if my friend Shakespeare is to believed, I’m now much poorer, saddened and dejected by this subtle attack on my character, my work, my Faith ...

I would write this piece and then let go; leave all to the Master Artist, the One who has entered into the Spirit of my spiritual brother here in Poetry: A Golden Vessel of Descending Light; the same One who is burning, dancing and singing in my Heart and Soul.

I am innocent of the accusations, of course, and frankly the few words mentioned are petty, and at best naive, for one who seems to have been writing poetry for a while. Every sincere poet knows that similarities can sometimes occur. In fact, I have said that we are all influenced, to an extent, by words both present and past, and of Millennia. They're embedded in our psyche. That's nothing new, and so coincidences are not only possible, but do happen.

Let me tell you a little about the esoteric poet: There are words which are very familiar to us, as we see them in our life and meditations, and write or reflect on them in a very powerful way. Take the word, Light, for example, and its myriad connotations: Lamp, candle, shimmering, radiant, brilliant, translucent and my favourites ... effulgence, candela, rainbow, horizon, moon, sun, twinkling stars ...

These words are secondary to our nature, as we are drawing from an inner Source. Also birds, swans and eagles, are all symbols of the Soul in flight, and we use them to paint hidden or occulted pictures or images.

I say all this, because my friend speaks of the word ‘sway’. Dance is also dear to us. Sway, dance, waltz; dancing and swaying to the beauty of Love Divine; A river of ever-effulgent Light ... you get the picture? They all come effortlessly to me. Water, fountain, drunkenness, inebriation ... all used to express Consciousness and deep spiritual experiences. Light is so important to the esoteric, the spiritual poet!

“O Bird of Light, O Bird of Light,

I am drunk with the supernal wine

Of Your intoxications!

Lost in stupor, in this field of rainbows,

Come touch my Soul with Your Fire of Delight,

And carry me to the other Shore.”- Manatita. (Spontaneous)

All this comes naturally to me, but could easily have been written by someone else. The intuitive poets, steal, as it were, from the Ether, from a life of school and experience; from the ancients and hoary Seers of the past ... nothing is new really, and yet, this is an ever-transcending world; a field of progress.

So I will ask my friend to look again; to think again, to recognise that we are all different, all consciously or unconsciously wishing to serve, to lift or elevate, to offer our Hearts and reach out to other Souls with charm, eloquence and excellence. I have tried to cover this in two works of prose dedicated to Poetry, and also in about five poems of artistic beauty, also dedicated to Poetry on Hub Pages.

Here my views are expressed and summarised exquisitely and succinctly. I trust that my friend can read at least some of these Hubs, and we can come together to celebrate our work, in the true Spirit of Love and Oneness. Jai Lord!

-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 27^th June, 2015. Copyrighted.

~Awakening The Inner Light ~