Be Earth......

How should Spring bring forth a garden on hard stone?
Become earth, you may grow flowers of many colors.
For you have been a heart-breaking rock.
Once, for the sake of experiment,
Be earth!

Rumi

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walk with a child

When everything else fails to lead me home,
i slowly let the child with-in to walk.
he takes me back home, but slowly,
i need to walk at his pace, not vice-versa.
i need to learn to walk, at his pace....

image courtesy: Sameli

Clever people

Clever

Main Entry:clev·er

Pronunciation:\ˈkle-vər\

Function:adjective

Etymology:Middle English cliver, perhaps of Scandinavian origin; akin to Danish dialect kløver alert, skillful

Date:circa 1595

1
a: skillful or adroit in using the hands or body : nimble <clever fingers>
b: mentally quick and resourceful clever young lawyer>
2: marked by wit or ingenuity clever solution> clever idea>

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There are some clever people
Who may be compared to
The small fashionable shops;
All their merchandise is displayed
In the show window.

(Berthold Auerbach)

Clever people are like fragrant roses;
When you smell one rose it’s delightful,
But smelling a whole bouquet
You may get quite a headache

(Mortiz G. Saphir)

Surviving theology

“Having survived a theology and a war
I now, love the rains…”

Generally my memory fails me in literature.
But the memory of reading those lines above, in an art related book is so vivid.
I miss the poet, but never the poem…
Count it as the true success of a poet, that poem survives longer…

In fact, I was waiting for the right time to come, to remember these lines to you.
Last year rains came pouring down sweet anxieties of expectation…
Expecting the bigger things in life.
But, tonight I can write these lines in total sang-froid.

What actually, have I survived…. a theology or a war
The conceptual or the actual…
I don’t know.
Only one thing I know the best;
Now the time has come to tell you those two lines I remember still.

what Rilke said...

But sometimes i am like the tree that stands over a grave,
a leafy tree full grown who has lived out that particular dream which the dead boy  around whoom its roots are pressing lost through his sad moods and poems....

- Rainer Maria Rilke-

search for a lost child.......