Guest guest Posted August 3, 2002 Report Share Posted August 3, 2002 REACHING TOWARD THE MILLET FIELDS It was beautiful,It was so beautiful one night We all began expecting to hearGod speak In the waves reaching towardThe millet fields, >From the mouths of the hanging sky-ornamentsCrooning in lights' intimate codes, >From the glances of plants and childrenPlaying with effulgent love. Existence was so beautiful one nightWe all began to expectOur Beloved wouldSpeak At the height of our wing's sensesThat were stunnedTrying to comprehend the divineThrough the tiny organicFilters, That were stunned in glimpsing the realityOf the thousand miraculous componentsOf each momentAnd step. But we can't,We can't yet hear God whistling inside,So we weep. We will all weep in some wayUntil weDo. ("The Gift" - trans. by Daniel Ladinsky) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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