Answer to the question: Why am I seeking?
There is no why,
there is only the seeking—
as when I encounter a perfect flower,
I fall into it—
not simply because it is beautiful, but from the heartache
of hearing the flower singing
my very own song,
or the closest thing I have found to my song,
and so I want to fall into my love
which now has the perfect face of a flower
there is only the seeking—
as when suddenly a cloud’s frosty edge
circles a pool of blue
touches it like a kiss
and so I want to fall into my love
by becoming that kiss
only the seeking—
as when a dog encounters a plate of food
its whole being trembles
but
it is the joy
that is the real taste
even the dog knows that
for Birinder Bhullar
there is only the seeking—
as when I encounter a perfect flower,
I fall into it—
not simply because it is beautiful, but from the heartache
of hearing the flower singing
my very own song,
or the closest thing I have found to my song,
and so I want to fall into my love
which now has the perfect face of a flower
there is only the seeking—
as when suddenly a cloud’s frosty edge
circles a pool of blue
touches it like a kiss
and so I want to fall into my love
by becoming that kiss
only the seeking—
as when a dog encounters a plate of food
its whole being trembles
but
it is the joy
that is the real taste
even the dog knows that
for Birinder Bhullar
posted by Yes at 12:09 AM
10 Comments:
oh my dear...Love we can project, why forget that it's right inside andyou can call many thing many people love, butyou yourself are love, as I am...It took a long time for me to understand even after it reaching my consciousness through a book over and over again I hurt in love for no reason at all
Even if I’d ended up being more of a success than a failure in practical senses, I’d still feel that our lives are much more about the process that I think you're talking about here than our notions of success and failure.
Lorraine--you are so right about love being inside ourselves, and what we are--and though the ideas can come from books, it is seeing by our own expperience that makes it real!
Paul--I like the word you use, "process"--which I feel more comfortable with than "seeking" because there is no suggestion of success or failure or striving for a goal. I'm going farther and farther from judging my life in those terms--but it's not easy to shed those expectations. (Especially growing up half German and half Japanese!)
Thanks for the validation, I appreciate it!
O Lady Lorraine! I blanch and pale – I palaver! For have I been a source of Such pain to thee then??
Lady Firebird: I beg thy forgiveness for that Romantic Allusion, and yet surely ye must know or suspect that as a Man Well Traveled and of whom it has oft’ been whispered behind a dainty fan, “Ah me, but he has a fine leg,” that I have perforce known many Loves. Fewer than Wilt Chamberlain; more than Don Knotts.
Percy--'tis I who blanch, at your sudden re-appearance--after leaving not so much as a forwarding address--I had feared you were perhaps in Belize under the spell of too many Margaritas...
May I assure you that your wit continues to delight--I must refrain from comment on your "leg", however--
Lady Lorraine--if this gentleman has caused you grief, I can arrange certain consequences...
Percy oh Percy, I can't click you, where thou are 'Ya?
Nay good Lady, none mayest click me now; for I have taken up residence in a monastery.
oH I missed this....kind of a different poem from you, dear bird...but good nonetheless, :)
wishes,
devika
Sir Silley pooey to you, thou shalt return in a blink of an eye, I foresee and forgive thou blunder, or is she blonder, that could do it too
Devika--always happy to have your visits and comments, my dear!
Lorraine--I completely agree with your reply--I couldn't have said it better!
Percy--brazenly sending naughty e-mails from within monastery walls? I suspect you are concealing your whereabouts...
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