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strange how you don't see what is before you
in it's own light, until truth overwhelms
and that first assumption carried through
is blown away like dry husks, leaving the seed
it is a laddered lesson that must be learnt
not to judge things as they first seem.
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(c) first & final version, summer 2006
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If I ever take the role of a publisher in this age, I'd love to embed this on every sheet or books. But now since my major has no relevance to that stream, I will bury it in my memo.
Bliss; for me, the poem had two main messages. But before I begin stating them, I'd wish to hear more from you. Strange ... - is it also relating to souls as well? Not the externa of our spirits, but the intrinsic majesty ...
Wassalam
thanks for the comments. i cant remember exactly when I wrote this piece, but I can remember it was in a phase of my life a few months back where everything... and i mean everything i knew or thought i knew was being turned on its head. ideas about friends and enemies, loved ones and distant acquaintances, myself, the world and everything in between... the body of "certain truths" i had built was being stripped down to bare essentials by an unseen hand -- allowing me to revisit the self-evident axioms at the heart of it all. i was undergoing a paradigm shift, and losing a lifetime's worth of naive conclusions within it.
I believe the immediate subject of the poem was humanity (both personal and collective, in both the outward and inward sense). I also knew at the time that I was only part way through my paradigm-shift; that I didn't yet know the ull relevance of these words, as the greatest changes were yet to come.
I dont know if that makes any sense. I'd love to hear your ideas on the piece!
with salam.
Analysis one -
The seed is oft comparable to our burdens, or those sources which excite our depression. By nature, we humans repel the exhaustion externally (in the physical & spiritual sense). But what we little know of is the haunting outer capsules of the same source of dismay welded onto our phsique. Our muscles appear outwardly weak enough to bear the weight of the 'depressive mood', but in real the strength of which is divine. Our anatomy is created in a way that makes our intrinsic influence always govern the external fragility.
So blessed are those souls who practice patience, for the flowers of paradise awaits them.
Analysis two -
In reference to immamat (leadership) of Imam Ali (as).
In the eyes of the people of his time (the kharijittes, hypocrites and those who disliked Imam) he owned nothing which would be of benefit to them. But the very seed of his love when planted in the hearts of his real lovers (Aba Dhar, Maytham Al-Thammar, Salman Al-Farsi) made them fall into the ecstasy of true bliss. For them the wisdom of Imam, the forsightness of his judgements, the words of his every speech were sweeter than honey ... this is because they identified Ali (as) as it were asked to. The husks (in this case their obscure vision) were cleansed with waters of kawthar. They willingly dispatched all they had just to have the company of their Imam.
To rightfully understand the value of our Imam we need to forget ourselves, and keep their love in heart. The seeds must be revived and husks removed.
Does it do justice to your poem sis? Or am I unbalancing the true meaning of the words ..?
Wassalam
thank you for sharing your ideas. I think both your analyses fit the poem very well -- both are specific examples of the general concept in it.
I suppose this is one of the things about world-truths from experience -- the mind correlates just enough experiences to percieve the running theme behind them, and derive an rule in the general sense. For example, the circumference of a circle is pi times its diameter.
Once this rule has been established, it can be applied in any situation, in an infinite number of cases. you do not need to assess every circumference possible to establish the rule, but once established know that every circumference possible will still obey the pattern provided the rule itself is sound.
with salam.
Yes, we're looking at the same reflection only through different angles.
But fortunately the reader is always given the grounds for relating each verse to the desired expression - the expression which comes to the mind on impulse. Probably thats what my analysis were ... each analysis a peek into the words from a differed prospect.
Strange ... it still echo's in my mind.
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