Why not listen to my poems on youtube.com? My Youtube channel is “manashantii” (Oneself. Celebrating my silence. Green Spring. Chocolate oxygen.)
My so called “poems” are really autobiographical writings and affirmations. I write stream of consciousness accidental poetry, and I express my thoughts and feelings through Psychotherapeutic Journal writing. I don’t rhyme intentionally, use metre, or imagery. I use various meditations as I write.
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My message for you.
Practice SELF HONOURING,CELEBRATING MY SILENCE by INNER-LISTENING and LISTENING TO SELF.Gain insight into yourself,be conscious of your experiences and be conscious of what you psychologially internalise and the effects the experiences have on you.Be solution focused,send messages of peace to the divine within yourself,pay homage to yourself.Find a therapeutic medium that encourages your artistic self-expression.May you acknowledge your ONESELF.I hope you are able to feel an INNERGLOW
and may your BREATH FLOWERS.May CHOCOLATE OXYGEN affirm your existence.
I know THE PROCESS OF ACCEPTING MY PERSONAL HISTORY.
Explore your pains and realise the beauty of your identity,personal history and who you are.Respect WHAT IS LOVEMAKING. I LIGHT THIS CANDLE so that you can see the Buddha nature within you.
Live well and may you understand that NATURE DICTATES,so that you never
BLOSSOM LAMENT,have faith in HUMANITREE,live long and write a joyful JISEI.
This is my message for you the reader of my poems. The capitalised bold words are some of my poem titles.
The laws of reflection and attraction in relationships. By Manashantii
The world is a giant mirror reflecting and attracting my beliefs.
My relationships reflect back the way I treat myself.
My relationships reflect back the way I treat others.
My relationships reflect back to me my sub-conscious thoughts
and beliefs about myself and past unresolved problems.
My relationships reflect back to me what I need to learn.
My relationships attracts what I believe about other people.
When I change the way I view things,
my thinking and my perception also changes and as a result my life changes.
This is about how we unconsciously attract and reflect our thoughts in our relationships.This is similar to “mirror like awareness” and “mirror like consciousness” in Buddhism. We create our emotions by what we believe.
Your smile. By Manashantii
Your smile over flows
Boahemaa Mathematica. By Manashantii.
I re-mind myself the importance of being open to possibilities and I maintain my inner awareness knowing that time and experience can influence the angle in which I navigate my perception. Knowledge is ever changing,so I navigate my vision and I know the circumference and depths of my psychological dimensions.Self mastery of mind requires the development and sharpening of internal psychological sensors,truthful self communication and a deeper self listening.
Mathematics is a language that can universally explain nature’s plan.Nature selects,but more importantly we self select by our actions. Maternal grandmother mathematica,now that I understand the equation,thank you for the seed messages you gave, they rotate subliminal chants within my brain.I can’t hide my intellectual light anymore so I write this poem as a symbolic action of how you have enriched my life with your guidance,protection and your Madam Boahemaa Mathematica.
Whilst meditating late at night I fell asleep and on awakening in a semi dreamstate I wrote this poem.
Humanitree. By Manashantii.
A healthy family behaves like a forest of trees.Viewing from outside you are able to see the density of the collective team, if you are inside you will see the density and strength of the collective team, if you are inside you will see that each tree has it’s own individual position and personality,and viewing from the roots and at ground level you will see that all the trees are interconnected and supportive of one another.
A family is like a tree,if the ancestor roots are rotting,then the leaves and the fruit children will also perish.A family is like a tree,it is the seeds that fall that bear the fruit.Children of the tree should nourish the family tree.A family is like a tree, the children of the tree should nourish the family tree.A family is like a tree,it is the seeds that fall that bear the new fruit.A family is like a tree,all parts of the tree are interconnected and any parts of the tree are interconnected and any part malfunctioning will cause disharmony to the tree.Nourishment can also come from the fruit or from the roots.Respect your family tree.If you expand your vision you will see,that we all belong to the family tree called Humanitree.
Written for Humanity.
The Earth in Space. (A Tanka).By Manashantii
Be quiet listen,
Circling silently in space
The Earth spins and spins
fireworks in outer space
Salt sand Peace walking. By Manashantii.
Salt sand Peace walking,
Salt sand paths,
ears of silent peace,
My body at peace,
salt sand feet,
salt sand wet,
I hear your voice,
my eyes rejoice,
salt sand hazy breeze,
water dews breeze,
diamond sea sparkles,
sky slowly dances,
my size three feet,
knee high ,
army style boots,
salt sand feet,
salt sand wet,
soft sun soothes,
Salt sand Peace walking.
This poem was written about six weeks later after the experience,I reflected on a memory of practicing walking meditation on Porthcurno beach .
The little cat. By Manashantii
The cat’s coat of fur is like a cloud
that distills a smell of sweet spring.
The cat’s eyes are as round as golden balls
that dances a flame of mad spring.
The cat’s lip is quiet and closed
it plays a concerto of mild spring.
The cat’s whiskers is like
the sparkling life of green spring.
Grand-daughter are you baked yet? By Manashantii
Grand-daughter are you baked yet?
With wisdom,with wisdom.
Grand-daughter are you cooked yet?
With understanding and with grace
Grand-daughter are you ripe yet?
Grand-daughter are you grown up yet?
With your guidance and your blessings
now I see with an enlightened eye
and I come to a true resolution,with peaceful faith.
My Maternal grandmother (Ellen Christiana Boahemaa) asked me in Twi if I had become wise yet. Becoming wise and Becoming baked uses the same tonal sound in Twi, Ghanaian Language.
Monday morning work journey.By Manashantii.
As I brush back my black woollen hair.
In the mirror I stare and stare, at my chocolate glossed brown skin.
I lift up my briefcase and close my front door,
I ascend up the
steps, then I lock my front gate.
I walk down my road.
I inhale the outside air,
As a veil of fog tenderly fades,
Dawn breaks softly;
encircling the air,
with a mellow autumn zest.
As I Inhale central London into my outer conscious physical head,
central London becomes a part of my inner consciousness.
I affirm to myself, May the external world,
not pollute my inner conscious eye.
I sense my physical self as my attention fall into my feet.
The sadistic nature of my high heel shoes, create walking feet
as I walk my shoes noisily announces my presence.
My eyes, they see,
A blue-eyed tall white man,
with chiseled regal Tudor portrait eyes,
As I stare at him with my dark brown eyes,
The Tudor portrait eyed man,
becomes newspaper intrigued.
Ladies with ornately painted sculptured refreshed faces, sit together quietly.
People silently sit dissociated,from this moment and the next moment.
As the clustered standing crowd attempt to freeze still,
physically and mentally frozen, frozen still,
still, so still, from each person.
London underground train doors open, I watch as these moving bodies
stretch, and diaphragms expand,
to meet this vivid new day.
Manashantii’s jisei. (death poem).By Manashantii
(To be read at my funeral.)
One last breath,
as my body permits,
painfully I breathe,
This is the last vision I see,
and this is my logic’s last thought,
My last moment.
You may never know my history.
My genetic nature dictates my mortality.
Mortality is a reality I must accept.
Death is always a mysterious surprise.
I understand the truth about myself and my lifetime,
unfortunately now my breathing ends,
I was not awake enough whilst alive,
now I fall forever asleep,
Will my memories become silent nothingness?
my fear has finally come,
now my breathing ends,
my body melts,
into the elements,
nakedly nourishing living nature.
Manashantii Mariam Marianne Awudji