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Playing with magnetic poetry online (poet kit) and thinking of sister I never met, miscarried years ago…used words given at first try.

because i am

Gitanjali, Song Offerings sounds amazing but can you bring it back to its essential meaning and create a haiku with it? That’s the goal for Carpe Diem’s weekend distillation…

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light,
and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds
leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.
The traveller has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,
and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach
the innermost shrine at the end.
My eyes strayed far and wide before
I shut them and said `Here art thou!’
The question and the cry `Oh, where?’ melt into tears of a thousand streams
and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance `I am!’

© Rabindranath Tagore (taken from “Gitanjali”)

 

my distillation haiku:

inner universe
who comprehends one’s own soul?
recognition’s tears

 

and i add 2 lines for tanka:

find identity in God
Creator, greater “I AM”

 

 

 

 

 

O little town…


 

“You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.” –Isaiah 55:12

 

Everyone lives in a little town

obscure village, speck in space

lost in universe we are but dust

 

Creator sees, our father knows

us too intimately, enters a virgin

(god in a womb)  angels sing glory!

 

He came and is coming still to

every little town, knocks at door

will you let great JOY move… inn?