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No, it is weeks:
Looking around at everything you love
And know you’re going
Maybe moves and doomed love affairs are
God’s gentle way of reminding us
Nothing is permanent.
right before you closed the door
and knew you wouldn’t be back?
Isn’t that the definition of living,
Isn’t that the definition of loving.
Little brothers and sisters:
“You must give up the life you planned in order to have the life that is waiting for you.”
The Prophet described iman, or faith, as such: “Faith is to acknowledge with the heart, to voice with the tongue, and to act with the limbs,” (Chittick 6).
This outlines the hierarchy of bodily domains that human beings consist of: the heart, signifying innermost awareness; the tongue which articulates and expresses; and one’s limbs, the source of action.
The art of poetry incorporates all three of these, for one cannot compose a poem without the cognizance of the heart, the use of speech or the physical use of limbs to write out the words.
Poetry channels the three spheres of the body so that awareness, thought and activity fuse to create one product.
Beyond Words: Chronicling Spiritual Ecstasy and Experience in Sufi Poetry
Kate Van Brocklin
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‘There is still one of which you never speak.’
Marco Polo bowed his head.
‘Venice,’ the Khan said.
Marco smiled. ‘What else do you believe I have been talking to you about?’
The emperor did not turn a hair. ‘And yet I have never heard you mention that name.’
And Polo said: ‘Every time I describe a city I am saying something about Venice.’
Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities
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The picture alive, every part in its best light,
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted,
The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh sentiment of the road.
O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me?
Do you say Venture not—if you leave me you are lost?
Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied, adhere to me?
O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you,
You express me better than I can express myself,
You shall be more to me than my poem.
I think heroic deeds were all conceiv’d in the open air, and all free poems also,
I think I could stop here myself and do miracles,
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever beholds me shall like me,
I think whoever I see must be happy.
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We have gone as far as we had to go.
From here, our paths diverge.
It’s better for both of us.
I will atone for my mistakes by serving other people. If you settle down, I swear, I will be really happy.
Now I have no grievances in this life. Life has done us a big favor by bringing us together again. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have been able to resolve our grievances.
I was at fault, but you didn’t let your love for me wane.
Your Binod will learn to live with the help of this thought.
Before leaving, all I will ask is that…
..in our next birth, you should only belong to me.