I seek, learn, I find, I wish to reach
fears do not restrict nor the physique
Mortal being, dust in water, making
way,on a divine path, growing moving
against winnowing wind, stable, on
stretched out expanse,yet folded
in curves.particles myriads, sand,
like waves, low and high in dunes
rising settling flying dispersing
clouding rolling covering grease
golden blackish floodwater beneath
moving in circles in oceans, seas
or in circles same, like a star encircling
or like fish in water organized, gliding
winged, small light colored or black
flapping in self. gliding forth and back
a movement divine, see
the Glory the Power The Sign
the rising of the sun and the decline
swimming in a limit, within a time
divided unseen there, here by a rope in line
no ropes on the skies no rift or drift
suspended in glory each in its own shift
'All in an orbit are swimming'
...............................
'all in an orbit are swimming'
Reference from : Surah Al Anbiyal ( The Prophets) 21:33
And it is He who created the night and the day and the sun and the moon;
all [heavenly bodies] in an orbit are swimming.
10 comments:
I'm not clear where the posting of your poem ends--at the firstt line? the second? Is the third the source of the line quoted in the second poem? Or is the entire thing a translation? So I will respond up through the second as if it's all one poem. It feels like an active rushing, swirling miracle--no supports needed as it moes, and us finite beings with it. All the verbals give the sense of never ceasing, an infinitity, ordered, as if all one.
I have edited the poem. The universe is a swirling swimming miracle...as swimming by humans is also a miracle.The prompt is an amazing one Thank you Dr and POETS UNITED
.My Urdu poem with translation was relevant to the topic but perhaps not suited here.
love the spiritual tone of the poem...
Thank you Sumana
Ah what a way to see the water and being in it.
Thank you Mr Meisner
The great god's creation are marvellous and we all are swimming along.
def..we all are swimming ..
Anjum,
Loved this poem. So much movement and imagery to add to the whole scene set with your words...
Eileen
No rift or drift or rope or raft.
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