by Prakash Rangarajan on June 30, 2010
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There is no better way to spend a quiet evening than meditating on the works of Rumi, the medieval poet and spiritual proponent of Persia. Partaking of “The Essential Rumi” and “Rumi the book of love“, translations by Coleman Barks is a fascinating journey into Rumi’s adundant metaphorical expressions of love and living, all heart and soul gushing as crystal streams of soulfreedom.
Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
cloudcover thick. I try to stay
just above the surface,
yet I’m already under
and living with the ocean.
[Read On…]
by Prakash Rangarajan on May 22, 2007
Clouds float in demure stupor,
A moon’s careless dreams in white,
All except one in angelic vision,
Floating still on sky space rented,
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by Prakash Rangarajan on April 2, 2007
On trees that prance, shadows did sulk,
And laze did gaze, trance in haze,
All bare, tremors of taut depth,
Tis’ all true, the age of rootless hues.
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by Prakash Rangarajan on April 2, 2007
On bended knees shall men reap,
As callous actions heed no seed,
Yet sawdust truth ponders on illegitimate life,
Tis true, life begets dust dolls and dirt walls true,
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by Prakash Rangarajan on April 2, 2007
Killing fields ! Take heed to need,
Violent meadows ! weed to seed,
Thorny cactus ! prick to pain,
Oh my God ! Hath mercy ever been right?
[Read On…]
