Other Works

For other works of mine not featured in this particular thread, see:

http://www.ratemypoem.co.uk/profile.aspx?profile=Omnitheus

My pseudonym there is 'Omnitheus'

In-Joy : I AM

This Too, Shall Pass...

This poem is loosely based on an old Sufi parable - I just tweaked it here and there, personalised & modernised it, and kinda made it rhyme...

It was rather healing for me to write, as I've been forgetting about the transient nature of this realm recently. Paradoxically, it's in the understanding of the impermanence of it all which leads to one appreciating the Now all the more...

Another Point of You : OM...

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"This Too, Shall Pass..."

The Sufi Master stood before me,
his hand outstretched bearing a gift.
Gratefully accepting after enquiring about,
the world of duality and healing the rift.
The realm of illusion, he told me,
folds back unto itself...nothing will last.
Circling itself around my finger,
The ring simply stated,
'This too, shall pass'

Some years later I fell in love,
seeing in another what I couldn't within.
Elated and soaring and on top of the world,
nothing could dull this eternal grin.
Inscription forgotten, I re-read the words,
circling themselves around my finger.
The ring simply whispered,
'This too, shall pass'

One night as grief descended,
my love was struck and plucked away.
Taken so cruelly from my very embrace,
I pleaded with God for this soul to stay.
Through the blur of my tears and sorrow doubled,
I suddenly remembered,
what the ring simply stated...
'This too, shall pass'

Having channelled the pain into creative expression,
the songs flowed out and the world related.
Fame and glory and wealth ensued,
This star was shining, unabated.
At the ceremonial crowning of my achievements,
to the sound of applause I glanced at my hand,
and the ring simply said,
'This too, shall pass'

With the muses missing like my stellar career,
My youth robbed like the cells of my brain...
Coming down after extraordinary highs,
of a drug I yearned for again and again.
Sprawled on the floor, I noticed the words,
flowing around my trembling finger,
The ring simply stated,
'This too, shall pass'

Floating outward, inward bound,
Released from the pain of a polarised world,
Flying free yet trying to find,
a band of gold with circling words.
A fleeting dream, an imagined life,
The soundless echo,
of a ring surpassed.

I simply waited...
This too, shall pass.

~~~

Written: Early Wednesday morning ~ October 11, 2006,
By Another Point of You : OM...