One more flower from A GARLAND OF POEMS(FOR BHAGAVAN) by Maurice Frydman Born in the shores of Eternal Silence I was rushing happily amongst the rocks Whirling stones and playing with pebbles Joyful and innocent,rapid and shallow I have entered the fertile plains of satisfaction Murmuring amongst the high banks of my welcome My fishes and frogs fed in the corpses of the riverside I have passed through the hollow desert of despair Losing all my waters and leaving the white bones of my Children in the river bed. Starved, I have entered tgevlow valleys of opulence Greedily collecting streams, destroying banks And inundating villages. Heavy with the mud of many lands I flow lazily Making obstacles of myself out of my unholy accumulations Wasting myself intobmany pools, sleeping in the glaring sun. The despair of a putrifued death has poisoned every drop of my being The indifference of the inevitable decay has stopped The flow of life. Suddenly I awakened to the freshness of endless beauty And felt the eternal movement of infinite peace. In my death I have found my life and in my decay My resurrection. My beloved I have found you, and yet never Were we separated. From eternity to eternity you are receiving the Muddy waters of my life and feeding the Snowy womb of my mountainous mother. Every drop of my being is you and yours is The force of my flow Never are we apart and yet I always strive After you without having lost you even for a second. Keep me with you, my Beloved, do not make me Think of my river hood Let the waters of life flow and bring their sorrowful gifts I may remain in your immensity while rolling the stones From the mountains feeding and frog Destroying and building The flow if creation will go on With me or without me Only do not make me forget that I am none and That only you exist and create In your ever-changing immobility.
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 01:07:48 +0000
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