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Sunday, March 18, 2018
Carpe Diem #1391 A Great Silence
Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
I hope you all have had a wonderful weekend. I had a nice weekend, taken some time for myself and my family. These weekends are like an oasis to me. I need these weekends and I think it works for you too. No pressure ... just a little while to meditate and contemplate about revising a few haiku written by classical haiku poets.
We are exploring the beauty of Rumi's mystical poetry and today I have a nice one again for you to work with and become inspired by.
The title "A Great Silence" is taken from the following poem by Rumi:
A Great Silence:
I don't get tired of You. Don't grow weary
of being compassionate toward me!
All this thirst-equipment
must surely be tired of me,
the waterjar, the water-carrier.
I have a thirsty fish in me
that can never find enough
of what it's thirsty for!
Show me the way to the Ocean!
Break these half-measures,
these small containers.
All this fantasy
Let my house be drowned in the wave
that rose last night out of the courtyard
hidden in the center of my chest.
Joseph fell like the moon into my well.
The harvest I expected was washed away.
But no matter.
A fire has risen above my tombstone hat.
I don't want learning, or dignity,
I want this music and this dawn
and the warmth of your cheek against mine.
The grief-armies assemble,
but I'm not going with them.
This is how it always is
when I finish a poem.
A Great Silence overcomes me,
and I wonder why I ever thought
to use language.
A nice poem I think, but not an easy one too. I had to read and re-read this poem a few times, but after reading and re-reading I couldn't come connected to it ... maybe it is a poem that I don't understand ... or cannot relate to ...
no human sound
I hope this poem will inspire you ...
This episode is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until March 25th at noon (CET). I will try to publish our new episode later on.
By Chèvrefeuille - March 18, 2018
Labels: Carpe Diem, haiku, Rumi the Mystical Poet, spirituality, tanka
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