Mirabai's Little Boat...

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Mirabai's variation on Rumi's Ready to Tell...

http://www.omshaantih.com/Poetry/Mirabai/Little/Boat.htm

Love,

Joyce

=================================================I WAS READY TO

TELLthe story of my lifebut the ripple of tearsand the agony of my

heartwouldn't let mei began to stuttersaying a word here and thereand

all along i feltas tender as a crystalready to be shatteredin this

stormy seawe call lifeall the big shipscome apartboard by boardhow

can i surviveriding a lonelylittle boatwith no oarsand no armsmy boat

did finally breakby the wavesand i broke freeas i tied myselfto a

single boardthough the panic is gonei am now offendedwhy should i be

so helplessrising with one waveand falling with the nexti don't

knowif i am nonexistencewhile i existbut i know for surewhen i am i

am notbut when i am notthen i amnow how can i bea skepticabout

theresurrection andcoming to life againsince in this worldi have many

timeslike my own imaginationdied andbeen born againthat is whyafter a

long agonizing lifeas a hunteri finally let go and gothunted down and

became free~Rumi, ghazal number 1419,translated April 17, 1991,by

Nader Khalili

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hey joy-ce

 

you are 'awesome'

 

(((((((((many spiritual hug))))))))

 

love

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

, "Lady Joyce" <shaantih@c...>

wrote:

> Mirabai's variation on Rumi's Ready to Tell...

>

> http://www.omshaantih.com/Poetry/Mirabai/Little/Boat.htm

>

> Love,

>

> Joyce

>

>

> =================================================

>

> I WAS READY TO TELL

>

> the story of my life

> but the ripple of tears

> and the agony of my heart

> wouldn't let me

>

> i began to stutter

> saying a word here and there

> and all along i felt

> as tender as a crystal

> ready to be shattered

>

> in this stormy sea

> we call life

> all the big ships

> come apart

> board by board

>

> how can i survive

> riding a lonely

> little boat

> with no oars

> and no arms

>

> my boat did finally break

> by the waves

> and i broke free

> as i tied myself

> to a single board

>

> though the panic is gone

> i am now offended

> why should i be so helpless

> rising with one wave

> and falling with the next

>

> i don't know

> if i am nonexistence

> while i exist

> but i know for sure

> when i am i am not

> but when i am not

> then i am

>

> now how can i be

> a skeptic

> about the

> resurrection and

> coming to life again

>

> since in this world

> i have many times

> like my own imagination

> died and

> been born again

>

> that is why

> after a long agonizing life

> as a hunter

> i finally let go and got

> hunted down and became free

>

>

> ~Rumi, ghazal number 1419,

> translated April 17, 1991,

> by Nader Khalili