THE waning sun The sky blue still The night to come The heart athrill
THE tree so bare Looks up to the sky The sunset’s glare The darkness nigh
IT’S arms outspread It’s soul inviting A tree beckons With love abiding
BOUNDnotwithstanding Its Spirit free All over, burning The Twilight Tree..
Twilights are one of my favorite times of the day. It is a short time when two worlds merge, creating a third, evanescent one. This poem is dedicated to twilight and the witnessing tree.
The stars of sunshine: a poem of love between the sun and the blue waters of the earth. Celebration of love this Saint Valentine’s Day. (No- too tacky!)
The Sun is back
With all its might
Flying to the earth
At the speed o’ light
The liquid sky trembles
It’d pined all night
One fervent embrace n’
Countless stars of delight!
Sunlight dancing on water…
Yesterday was sunny, although not comfortably warm and a park nearby glowed. The stream reflected the abundant sunlight. I could watch the light dance on the shining blue waters for hours- it was so magical!
These pictures were taken to capture that magic. But could one ever really do that, fully?
The poem Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou doesn’t really need any foreword or introduction. It does the work for itself- to ruffle something within you and your heart takes a leap! I write this nevertheless, as I can’t contain it.
In her eulogy to Angelou, the First Lady Michelle Obama referred to this poem saying the former ‘…celebrated black woman’s beauty like no one else‘. But I think it doesn’t just confine itself to women of color; its for any woman who thinks she’s too short, too tall, too pale, too dark, too underweight, too over weight… Beauty is all about that Spirit within that shines forth transcending everything without. The poem encompasses all women: our grace, our power, our love.
The admiring mans eyes can make a woman feel she is the most beautiful woman there is, regardless of the fact that she meets the established beauty standards or not. Interestingly, Angelou does something similar: she describes herself through the poem, but she makes you feel she’s actually describing you to the world (replace the I/ me with ‘you‘, ‘my‘ with “your“, and ‘you‘ with “they“). It feels like she knows who you are deep down-that is the greatness in her love as a human being,
A lovely video that Maya Angelou talks of Love that liberates:
As regards the poem Phenomenal Woman, call me overemotional, but the first time as I read it, I choked halfway through as I heard in my mind Maya reciting the poem: that spark in her eyes, the music in the verses, the power in her charm.
Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
Those who know Urdu/Hindi, even if not very well conversant with Urdu/Hindi/Persian poetry, can appreciate the beauty of Shayari (meaning poetry in Urdu). These two-liners from the three great Urdu/Persian poets (who are from different time periods in history), when juxtaposed, create a beautiful flow and is truly a treat for the mind! They all talk of God’s presence, where one seems to aptly respond to the other.
A mere transliteration into English prose will kill the magic! I did however find a beautiful poetic translation here, along with many others, that a poetry lover must check out! (I did change a couple words form the original translation, as they sounded more apt to me).
Ghalib, Iqbal and Faraz, legendary poets from three different eras speak beautifully of Gods existence. (Translation source: http://omershafee.wordpress.com)
With the rising spirit, I become the spirited With the ebbing sigh, I am the distressed With each scorn, I bleed deep While those loving eyes are my healers sublime! The apathy around, finds me lost In Thy presence, finally, I become Thine! Who is This, that see-eth it all, The constant One amidst the rise and fall ? The ever-changing images, is all I see But who am I, Lord, will you tell me?
"What do we ever know that is higher than that power which, from time to time, seizes our lives, and reveals us startlingly to ourselves as creatures set down here bewildered?" -- Annie Dillard
Life according to one of life’s truly gifted naturally born wafflers… an open diary of a Saffer in a different land... life in the greater Dublin & Leinster area. (Blogging since 2011) My quests fuel my dreams… my dreams fuel my quests!!