(Full Elegy)
The intensity of haunting shadows consumes impressions…
Incredible.
“If they had listened this could have been a love poem…” you write.
But it is a love poem.
And when living hearts read it, they cannot help but weep…
In some odd way-between the tears-the reference to ‘thrones’ and ‘crowns’ reminded me of an old Arabic qasida by the spiritual master Abu Madyan:
“The pleasure of life is only in the company of the poor (fuqara’), they are the sultans, the masters, and the princes.”
Thank you for writing this.
Oh. I love that 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹♥️
There was a study a few years ago that found poor people were the kindest and gave more with less than those with more.
The intensity of haunting shadows consumes impressions…
Incredible.
“If they had listened this could have been a love poem…” you write.
But it is a love poem.
And when living hearts read it, they cannot help but weep…
In some odd way-between the tears-the reference to ‘thrones’ and ‘crowns’ reminded me of an old Arabic qasida by the spiritual master Abu Madyan:
“The pleasure of life is only in the company of the poor (fuqara’), they are the sultans, the masters, and the princes.”
Thank you for writing this.
Oh. I love that 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹♥️
There was a study a few years ago that found poor people were the kindest and gave more with less than those with more.