Kuheli has introduced us to the poet-saint Kabir – a prominent literary master of the Indian tradition and shared with us a song of Kabir saab translated by Rabindranath Tagore in 1915 for SONGS OF KABÎR.
O How may I ever express that secret word?
O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that?
If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed:
If I say that He is without me, it is falsehood.
He makes the inner and the outer worlds to be indivisibly one;
The conscious and the unconscious, both are His footstools.
He is neither manifest nor hidden, He is neither revealed nor unrevealed:
There are no words to tell that which He is.
Our task is to write a haiku, inspired by the song above:
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shards of broken glass
wind runs through the window frame
a fresh perspective
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This reminds me of a show I sometimes watch where the gal likes to fix up older homes and restore them to their vintage beauty.
A fresh perspective, imagination and motivation 🙂
http://www.hgtv.com/rehab-addict/show/index.html
The woman is Nicole Curtis
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Yes! A resounding yes to this beautiful image!
Staining the Desert Red
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Gorgeous haiku Ese … what a spirituality in this one. A gem … I love to use it in our Tan Renga Challenge some day … I hope that’s ok?
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Thank you very much, Kristjaan – I would be honoured…
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Thank you …
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I love the image of the wind running through the open window frame — this is beautiful. 🙂
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