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A Momentary thought (on Death)

A momentary thought… (on Death)

There will come a moment.. where you’ll fall and never rise again.. you’ll lay flat.. eyes closed..mind open.. sounds and sensations old and new.. experiences will flash past.. fast and slow.. faded memories of decades ago will dance..and voices nearby will seem far and strange.. where you are and were…will all blend..

There will come a moment.. as clear as crystal..and as thick as clouds.. loved ones will touch and stroke…and you will not care.. others you never knew will watch and tend to your frail husk.. air will flow in slow and stay.. pushing it out will seem so hard that it will be easy to hold it in.. every beat of your heart will slow.. aeons will pass between pulses..

Beings of dark and light will slide and slither over you.. and you’ll not care.. as you soul will hang by a thread of light between worlds.. your lifeforce will ebb… flutter of wings..tunnels and lights, faces of gods & goddesses you have dreamt of.. all will be there… in the blackness that grows..

you’ll wonder..who you are.. who you were… and all that has gone before.. that has brought you to this moment.. the most terrifying and thrilling moment of your entire life.. as you ease between the threshold between life.. and death..

..and finally.. it will come.. no words will pass your lips.. as you powerlessly pray and fade.. into the ultimate mystery that you have been running away from and towards.. this place..this time.. this moment that you have glimpsed so many times…every night.. and never remembered till now..
..and you finally do..

And your spirit passes..
from this world..
to…….?!

-Mani Navasothy

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A Prelude to Imbolc

Prelude to Imbolc - Mani Navasothy 2017.jpg

— A Prelude to Imbolc —————–

Some stories end..
Sometimes sadness descends for no reasons known..
and shadows just rise and cloak us..and choke us..

MidWinter may have passed and Sun-child may be born..
But we are entering the deepest part of winter..this.. now..

And here we plea to the Winter-Goddess
to loosen her grip on the world..
And here we lament for the passing of the old…
And here, soon we’ll call on the renewed great Virgin
Goddess of Love & Healing to appear from her place of snow and Ice.. unto our world once more,
Lit by a path of light and flames.

And then snow will stop falling..
and snow drops will rise..
the land will turn from grey with hints of green..and yellow..

All that is yet to come..
But.. we are entering the deepest part of Winter..!

Remember the small gaps through which sands of time slip..
Remember too the face of the clown behind the mask..
Remember the tears never seen..
and the bleeding heart of the Knight behind armour..
And sorrows behind smiles..

So then..
’til the New moon.. !

(c) Mani Navasothy – Jan’17

Breaking Hearts maketh our Future

Breaking Hearts maketh our Future

(c) Mani Navasothy

Breaking hearts maketh our future - by Mani Navasothy 2016

The battle for our future is

not decided by aliens & humans,

nor by saints or soldiers, politicians or eco-activists…

but by the human heart

– not when it is happy but when it is breaking!

That is when the measure of a man or women is revealed..!

If it is love and compassion that surfaces,

humanity will be saved..

and if it is vengeance,

then we will sink,

and the planet will have rid of us

and Gaia will start anew!

 

(c) Mani Navasothy

Be Brave of the Warrior within

Be Brave of the Warrior within  – Empowerment poetry by Mani Navasothy

Be Brave of the warrior within (c) Mani Navasothy 2016

Be Brave of the Warrior within

There is much in this crazy world that needs and deserves
the protection of the Warrior within.
It is a fire to be embraced,
not feared and banished or oppressed
out of shame,
Or a desire for the path of love.

Even Love..
even light
even peace
needs the protection..
of the sword and the staff at times
From those who would see it destroyed,
those who have their black hearts set on murder and mayhem
Death and destruction of love and light.
and in the face of such demons,
flowers and kisses stand no chance
Only tooth and claw can rise
and face such vicious oppressions

Only the Tiger in our eyes
Only the wolf in our arms
Only the bear within our bellies
can make a difference
in those moments of battle of breaking ideals and bones
Moments that pierce and want to scratch out our souls.

You speak of leading the wolves
and seek its company
Was it for its smile and a tender lick of the tongue
upon your face?
or the power and perseverance of its jaws?

You seek the company of Lions
Is it for the beauty of its beating heart
and the majesty of his mane
or the sharpness of his claws?

You peek at mother-bear in the forest
Is it for her style of walking
and the seeking of salmon
or the awesome strength of her body?

By all means, fly like an Eagle
sore to spiritual heights
Shout, hoot and see wisdom in the dark
like an Owl
But remember.
And please do remember..
The Owl and the Eagle..
They dismember their food so viciously too
They do tear out the flesh of little rodents,
and swallow whole the bleeding hearts of small birds!

There is a Warrior in all of us..
It is in..
..The fire that protects us
..The bone that stands us
..the muscle that moves us
There is a Warrior in all of us..
one that needs embracing..
One that stands with us..
Yes, even us..who are on a path of love!

(c) Mani Navasothy 2016

25th feb’16