I looked for my self, but my self was gone.
The boundaries of my being
had disappeared in the sea.
...
Waves broke. Awareness rose again.
And a voice returned me to myself.
It always happens like this.
Sea turns on itself and foams,
and with every foaming bit
another body, another being takes form.
And when the sea sends word,
each foaming body
melts back to ocean-breath. ~~ Rumi
I looked for my self, but my self was gone.
The boundaries of my being
had disappeared in the sea.
...
Waves broke. Awareness rose again.
And a voice returned me to myself.
It always happens like this.
Sea turns on itself and foams,
and with every foaming bit
another body, another being takes form.
And when the sea sends word,
each foaming body
melts back to ocean-breath. ~~ Rumi
The boundaries of my being
had disappeared in the sea.
...
Waves broke. Awareness rose again.
And a voice returned me to myself.
It always happens like this.
Sea turns on itself and foams,
and with every foaming bit
another body, another being takes form.
And when the sea sends word,
each foaming body
melts back to ocean-breath. ~~ Rumi
खोजा खुद को,
जा चुका था पर कही वह
सीमाए अस्तित्व की ,
घुल चुकी थीं सागर में कहीं
लहरें बिखरीं .....
फिर से जागा एक स्वर ने
मुझे फिर मुझ को लौटाया ..
सदा ही होता है ऐसा ...
लौटता है सिन्धु अपनी ओर
झागो से भरा,
और हर उमड़े फेनिल से
रचता है कृति नूतन ..
और जब देता संदेसा ,
हर फेनिल रचना .
घुल के मिल जाती सिन्धु श्वांस में
सीमाए अस्तित्व की ,
घुल चुकी थीं सागर में कहीं
लहरें बिखरीं .....
फिर से जागा एक स्वर ने
मुझे फिर मुझ को लौटाया ..
सदा ही होता है ऐसा ...
लौटता है सिन्धु अपनी ओर
झागो से भरा,
और हर उमड़े फेनिल से
रचता है कृति नूतन ..
और जब देता संदेसा ,
हर फेनिल रचना .
घुल के मिल जाती सिन्धु श्वांस में
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