liberation..##.!
...from desires and needs…
--- passion and possessions ---
/fame…power…security…fortune/
need, oh blasted need!
let its blinding currents
rush, then
eddy, then
drip,then
drop,then
nestle…….
……slowly, and become Lost
in cool, green moss
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nice poem!
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful!
ReplyDeleteLove it. but I'm a junkie for this kind of stuff.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Fuuuuuuuu; it's a "cube" component of my 2nd novel.
ReplyDeleteMohamed, thanks for stopping by my blog. I am now a follower here. :)
ReplyDeleteL.T. - I thank you for your kind assessment :). G_d bless you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jolene. And G_d bless all us literature junkies.
ReplyDeleteHey, congrats on finishing your latest WIP, 77,342 words of women's fiction. Now please stop obsessing about that little tid-bit of factoid that someone put into your mind: women's fiction is 80-100K. Don't worry about it. 77K words is just fine, especially since it's the RIGHT 77K words :)
One last request: please don't shoot the neighbor's dog!
You're welcome, Crimey. When I saw that your latest work entails the demise of 95% of the world's population and the emergence of a new (evil?) prophet, I just HAD to take a look :)
ReplyDeleteGreat to have you in our cyber-community.
Happy weekend!
Ahhhhh... love it!
ReplyDeleteI really really like this! I write poetry too, but I haven't tried this form.
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend!
What a lovely poem! I rarely read poetry but I do dig this one.
ReplyDeleteVery nice poem!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteI don't think we can find liberation from any of these. For I feel desires are neither good or bad, they are the transport that transports us toward fulfilling of our mission in this world. It plays a very important role, as it acts as the guiding force to take us where need to go.
ReplyDeleteIf we rid ourselves of all desires, we would lose the very purpose of being born in this world, our desires are like the lighthouse that is for ever guiding us in the right path,in this dark mysterious world.
Just for a minute think, how you could become a writer, if you didn't desire to become one in the first place?
It is the Universe's desire to see each of us evolve and grow, and that Universe is the Lighthouse which is planting seeds of desire into each one of us, so that we can grow and mature, and bear the relevant fruits.
It is best if we let all the desires of our roles in this world to play themselves out.
I don't know whether what I have written is applicable to the poem, but this is what I felt, correct me if I am wrong.
Nice poem, Mohamed.
ReplyDeleteFantastic poem - thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jennifer. Can't wait to hear the news on Wed - you've finished your book!
ReplyDeleteWords Crafter,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind words. I only wish that my poetry could ever approach the depth of emotion that you have in your poetry.
Mohamed
Thank you, Robyn. When your schedule frees up and you can blog more, I'd love to read about your experience adapting your novel into a screenplay.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Amin. To think, you're reading my poetry in Azerbaijan. Very cool :)
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Medeia. BTW, you continue to impress and intimidate me with the 15 BOOKS (!) on your recently read list.
ReplyDeleteRama,
ReplyDeleteThanks for your thoughtful post! No, you're not at all wrong. You're entirely right; what you've written is completely applicable to the poem.
Background on the poem: it's a "cube" in the cubist novel that I'm currently writing. In that novel, this poem is written by Alan Weinstein, an astronomer who is searching for extraterrestrial life, fails, and then gives up. He writes this poem after giving up.
The poem itself is inspired by my trip to India when I visited Sarnath to study the Buddha's teachings. He taught Dharma at that sacred site, that our suffering emanates from our desires. That concept somehow resonated with me, with my experiences, so it stuck in my mind as a plausible means to achieve moksha or nirvana. I think some of that thought is reflected in the poem itself, sans the Buddist terminology.
I've always had a natural reluctance towards binary thinking that excludes all ways of thinking in favor of one. That said, I can never tell another that her or his perspective is right or wrong. The most I can do is consider that alternate perspective, respect that other person and continue my own journey of delightful discovery.
Thanks so much for stopping by and for sharing your honest thoughts and impressions!
Mohamed
Thank you, Rachna! It's always nice to get a thumbs-up from someone who teaches creative writing :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by, Susan. BTW, I really liked your pic from your family's recent trip to Destin, Florida. What a view!
ReplyDelete...in that, which is true freedom, true living, peace.
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