The mystifying wind outside is stirring strange sensations within me.....
How should the soul not take wings
when from the Glory of God
It hears a sweet, kindly call:
"Why are you here, soul? Arise!"
How should a fish not leap fast
into the sea form dry land
When from the ocean so cool
the sound of the waves reaches it
How should the falcon not fly
back to his king from the hunt
When from the falconer's drum
it hears to call:"Oh, come back"?
Why should not every Sufi
begin to dance atom-like
Around the Sun of duration
that saves from impermanence?
What graciousness and what beauty?
What life-bestowing! What grace!
If anyone does without that,
woe-what err, what suffering!
Oh fly , oh fly, O my soul-bird,
fly to your primordial home!
You have escaped from the cage now-
your wings are spread in the air.
Oh travel from brackish water
now to the fountain of life!
-Rumi
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Yahan kotahiay zoq-e-amal hay khud giriftari
Jahan bazoo simat-tay hain waheen sayyad hota hay
“a poem should be wordless
as the flight of birds.”
—Archibald Macleish, Ars Poetica.
birds don’t sing in their flight
for them flying is a muse
they compose mid-air
weave agnostic verse
sneering haughtily at our absurdity
as they float over our meaningless mosques and churches
and those patrolled international borders
and other disputed sites
where the guns go bang bang bang all the time
they swing over there losing their birdegos
(ego is difficult to retain in mid-flight)
wondering about and watching men plucking out
and quashing the lives of other men and women and
poor helpless children and they
shed a birdtear or two from there
a birdtear that is lost midway due to heat of some explosion
down below some crazy fanatical bomb detonating
killing instantly the people and the city and the forests
and even the pitiable babybirds who are yet to learn to fly
they contemplate of writing poems
about a bird’s egg charring
before even being boiled and scratch their beaks
unsure if this is a metaphor or simile or other poetic device
o the birds have lots and lots and lots to write about
o their writings will never be banned
they borrow freedom
to write poems in the sky
they come back and
pass it on to us
we take the song only
brutally
but at least we take the song
to take the poem
to unscramble the words from the song and to put it back again
as song so spontaneously that it remains the poem and the song
to remember forever this refrain whose melody haunts us
and to hum that refrain which preserves our sanity
perhaps we need to fly
a trifle aimlessly like birds
or because we are humans
six-sensed creatures with massive egos
and massive superegos and massive egos on the ego
and because of possessing gray matter
what doctors call medulla oblongata
we need to feel with our red hearts
than think with some unlocatable mind
we need to look deeper. . .
into ourselves, into eyes
we need to lose ourselves
then, and only then
the poems will come
silent
wordless
as the flight of birds
يَا أَيَّتُهَا النَّفْسُ الْمُطْمَئِنَّةُ
ارْجِعِي إِلَى رَبِّكِ رَاضِيَةً مَّرْضِيَّةً
فَادْخُلِي فِي عِبَادِي
وَادْخُلِي جَنَّتِي
Unto the righteous God will say,] "O thou human being that hast attained to inner peace and satisfaction ) Return thou unto thy Sustainer, well-pleased [and] pleasing [Him]: ) enter, then, together with My [other true] servants yea, enter thou My paradise!"
[Soorah AL-FAJR]
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This is beautiful Zahra. Yesterday, I was upset over something and found myself turning towards God in fervent prayer and with something of the same feelings described in the poem. I thanked God for my troubles because they remind me of God's infinite Grace. I repeated over and over Inna lillah, which means from God we are and to God we have to return. And this is what Rumi says here.
WOw.. what comments!!! thanks!
nusrat uncle.. m so in love with ur poetic taste...
both references are linked with the post.. as if they are part of it...
the last one left me captivated..
@ ishrat.. Thanks:)
some time lord calls us.. just to show his love..jsut to show that hes also thinking about us...
Thanks Zahra ; Actually its YOUR postings that act as a trigger to my " creativity ".
The credit goes to YOU . Keep at it .
credit goes to u !!
and u must start ur own blog!! u hv so much to share..
credit goes to u !!
and u must start ur own blog!! u hv so much to share..
Dear Zahra ;
Lets settle it ------ the credit goes to us.
Your blog intrigues me and I find it more exciting to add something there .rather than starting my own blog
I am not very creative or expressive all the time. I need a challenge and something/somebody to re-awaken my dormant/latent potentialities aaand your blog does it ALL . We don’t need anything else in the presence of DARWAISH
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I honestly appreciate your fertile mind and the way you lead us to new vistas of life.
Keep doing the good work [and I will keep barging in any time I want.]
Pallat ker aane lagay shaam ke parinday bhi
Hamara subha ka bhoola magar nahee aaya
fitrat kee ye shokhi dekh zara
ilzaam na dey phans janay pur
urtay main pari taair kee nazar kyon daam say pehly daanay pur
[ yas yagana changezi]
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