sweetswords / partless portion

sweetswords/ the partless portion
What I hold is that what I do not have.
Memory of the anklet,
From silent payal what became the loud payjeb.
It rings the spiritual phone.
Vibrating my heart and shakes my criterion.
Shadow play in verandah in the late afternoon.
She is gone yet her anklet binds my heart and soul with the phantom tune.
She left she is gone.
With her barking anklet and marking of my branding iron.
She carries my sign by being apart of me to bear me.
I hold her within me by letting her go to remain in my memory.
Anklet is gone yet bell chimes with each breathing breeze.
Song bird is gone from the garden,
Yet the music is played by the winds upon the fallen leaves.
The link is broken but chain remain.
Like ebbing of waves breaking and joining again and again.
The link that connects the hearts is the innate intuitional breathing.
So mind can come and go for wondering before the final gathering.
There me and she and the anklet.
As the pen and the paper and the alphabet.
Each will recognize other to recognize each as the whole.
There a man will meet his unknown body mind and the soul.          

When thy Lord drew forth from the children of Adam, From their loins their descendants,
And made them testify concerning themselves (saying): "Am I not your Lord (who cherishes and sustains you)?".
They said: "Yea! we do testify!
" (This), lest ye should say on the Day of Judgment:
"of this we were never mindful."

Glorious Qur'an 7 : 172

Whom have you left behind,
Oh my mind.

Rabindranath Tagore....

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