Guest guest Posted August 5, 1999 Report Share Posted August 5, 1999 Gill had sent this poem last month and I am posting it again as it is of such beauty........Harsha 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 5, 1999 Report Share Posted August 5, 1999 Dear Harsha: Your sense of timing is always appreciated.....at this time Rumi's words definitely resonate loudly and clearly. Thanks. Namaste, Linda Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 5, 1999 Report Share Posted August 5, 1999 Absolutely gorgeous. It captures the passion & the turmoil. Thanks for sharing it, Col > 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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