Thursday, November 4, 2010

My little corner of a little streamlet to the Unseen Infinite Ocean of Love

141. Love Undeceived
I am Invincible.
The First.
The Supreme.

But if I love you
More than your mother,
More than any other,
Do you ever wonder,
If I ever grieved to see you
Suffer this way?

My servants,
You talk so fine of love.

But your understanding of it
Is but that of a fisherman
Sitting by a streamlet,
Trying to comprehend
The Unseen Ocean
To which it
Ultimately flows.
The poem is from the 2nd chapter entitled 'The Dam.Munir.Ana', circa 2004. I guess this verse is rather poignant. Certainly, when I wrote it I was undoubtedly in a grip of some painful yearning. It is an accepted work hazard. Soldiers fight. Singers sing. Poets? We just yearn.
But I guess the sadness was less gripping that I had anticipated. Now, 6 years have passed, and I am much happier I think. I am okay just to be a fisherman sitting by a tiny narrow streamlet. I am okay not to have seen yet the infinite Ocean of Love. I am okay just to sit by and record the passing of blessed souls as they sail pass. "Say hi to God!", I would often beseech them. I am thankful already, and that, my beloved friends, is quite enough of a personal achievement on this warm Wednesday evening here in Kuala Lumpur.
Now if you are gonna pass by my corner of the stream of love on your way to the Unseen Ocean, drop in. My pantry of wisdom is empty, but I make a mean cup of poetry.
Have a great day, sunshine.
Pax Taufiqa.

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