Best Mani Poems
Beneath the shapeless sky of blue
In the valley lacking a hue
Was an isolated thin pond
Where birds sang their short song to bond
Singing a song hoarse with throats sore
In the midst of their pond’s vapour
And dunking their bodies with threads
Into the pond, scratching their heads
In the midst of this quacking though
A foreign and sweet song did grow
A song soft and low in its pitch
With tunes so gloriously rich
From the bird of the pond of brown
With a towering orange crown
From an egg of a pearly hue
That flew down from the boundless blue
And was reared by the pond’s brown birds
Though the pearly egg spoke no words
Now that hoopoe bird did well sing
When it grew out from the mud spring
Taught by the blue scimitarbill
His unseen twin that came with skill
So Mani, the hoopoe bird, sang
Sang without lips or a sharp fang
To the simorgh bird that stood tall
Strong though unseen and above all
The brown birds of the pond quacking
At last heard their valley quaking
Quaking from the gentle ringing
From their adopted bird singing
When the hoopoe was at last done
The birds in fury beat their son
Mani wounded and in much tears
Flew away from any harsh ears
While flying and singing with skill
He saw his loved scimitarbill
“Mani, the simorgh has sent you
To sing an ancient song anew
To sing to every nest and tree
So every bird may sing with glee”
So the Prophet Mani prepared
To sing across the world impaired
He crafted seven tunes to sing
So all may feel the simorgh’s wing
From the valley of detachment
To the valley of wonderment
Singing his melody up high
And flew to the shapeless blue sky
I know I didn’t give birth to her
But I love her because my better half is a part of her
When you’re not around I’ll be there for her
Because I want to give love & show her that I’m here for her
I’ll make her bottle; I’ll make sure her stomach ain’t tight
I got a natural mother’s instinct so I’ll know when she ain’t alright
And when she get older I’ll do her hair just like mine
Because she’s got her daddy & her Riah she’ll be just fine
Mani, you momma’s baby but I’ll treat you like your mine
And I’ll be there when you need me
And when you’re scared just look over your shoulder & you’ll see me
Form:
Robes of flowing milk
Mixed with light flowing honey
Nimbus of sunlight
Lotus of red, pink and gold
With buddhas in the petals
And black hair flowing downwards
Bussokusekika Poem about a medieval Chinese painting of the Prophet Mani (founder of Manichaeism) titled in English "Icon of Mani" (Moni is Mani in the Chinese language)
I know I didn’t give birth to her
But I love her because my better half is a part of her
When you’re not around I’ll be there for her
Because I want to give love & show her that I’m here for her
I’ll make her bottle; I’ll make sure her stomach ain’t tight
I got a natural mother’s instinct so I’ll know when she ain’t alright
And when she get older I’ll do her hair just like mine
Because she’s got her daddy & her step mama she’ll be just fine
Form:
Greatly he played the flute of God in India fully
Beautifully he played the lyre of light in Persia
Gracefully he played the drum of power in Babylon
Skilfully he played the harp of wisdom in Parthia
No land welcomed or even tolerated his music
Though his beautiful song reached the sunrise of the vast Earth
Shadow was vanquished by his splendid and bright appearance
Know that this musician was named Mani who brought rebirth
The painter tore down night’s veil ~ the earth bloomed with colour like the Arthang
If ever
You walk Cable beach
Say hello
To a girl I know
She’ll be sitting there
Come sunset
Under a wondrous sky
That will make you believe
In Gods and magic
And love too
If you gaze to long
Into her hazel eyes
You’ll know her
By how her auburn hair
Shines golden
In the evening air
It will flow across her body
Hiding her curves and graces
As ocean currents do
Upon a reef
Her demure
Will be of coyness
Her being
Pure innocence
And when you talk with her
It will seem
You are playing a piano
Together
( Ludovico Einaudi, Oltremare )
In harmony
As one
A sad love
You won’t notice
The incoming tide
And then
With one flip
From her flipper
She’ll be gone
Into the pearl farms beyond
And you
Will walk Cable beach again
In the evenings
Come sunset and cyclone
Just to talk again
With Quattro mani
Black hair flowing down
Hands resting on its belly
Totally at peace
You are much like the cosmic light
Who set into the flesh of plight
Shining in the world that all see
O Light, be merciful to me
You are much like the blue sky’s heart
Your elect, even when apart
Are the light beams and veins of thee
O Light, be merciful to me
You are much like morning’s birthplace
When you shall leave, due to your grace
Your veins will return home with glee
O Light, be merciful to me
You are much the celestial guide
We love your free children worldwide
For you alone are with the free
O Light, be merciful to me
You are like the golden kingdom
You anoint children with wisdom
As if you are the living tree
O Light, be merciful to me
You are like the celestial torch
The holy flame without a scorch
Lives in all your elect we see
O Light, be merciful to me
You’re like the Khufu ship of light
All who feed your children in plight
Will leave this dark sea as the free
O Light, be merciful to me
Inspired by the The Kephalaia of the Teacher, Chapter 67
What worth are you?
You deny all knightly sports.
You do not defend our walls.
I heal with no gold.
I free doves from steel cages.
I wait for heaven’s kingdom.