Soulic Rhythms

To dive into something that will burn me?

in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.

"when" to travel;

you wait—

prepared to travel

whenever the border is open,

which could be today,

tomorrow,

or next week,

or three, four months from now.

as it echoed the local hushing of a generation.

to the dead,

the orphans

and the homeless,

whether the mad destruction is wrought

under the name of totalitarianism

or in the holy name

of liberty or democracy?

Moon River didn’t sound so syrupy, mistletoe wasn’t such a bad idea, and perhaps dating was not such a frivolous waste of time after all.

I woke early on the morning of September 24 and reached for a warmer petticoat.

Contrarily, the experience may capture us at times when we are definitely not seeking it, when it is inconvenient and undesirable. We are as likely to fall in love with someone with whom we are obviously ill matched as with someone more suitable. Indeed, we may not even like or admire the object of our passion, yet, try as we might, we may not be able to fall in love with a person whom we deeply respect and with whom a deep relationship would be in all ways desirable. This is not to say that the experience of falling in love is immune to discipline. Psychiatrists, for instance, frequently fall in love with their patients, just as their patients fall in love with them, yet out of duty to the patient and their role they are usually able to abort the collapse of their ego boundaries and give up the patient as a romantic object.

The struggle and suffering of the discipline involved may be enormous. But discipline and will can only control the experience; they cannot create it. We can choose how to respond to the experience of falling in love, but we cannot choose the experience itself.

হেথা যে গান গাইতে আসা আমার হয় নি সে গান গাওয়া-- আজো কেবলি সুর সাধা, আমার কেবল গাইতে চাওয়া। আমার লাগে নাই সে সুর, আমার বাঁধে নাই সে কথা, শুধু প্রাণেরই মাঝখানে আছে গানের ব্যাকুলতা। আজো ফোটে নাই সে ফুল, শুধু বহেছে এক হাওয়া। আমি দেখি নাই তার মুখ, আমি শুনি নাই তার বাণী, কেবল শুনি ক্ষণে ক্ষণে তাহার পায়ের ধ্বনিখানি। আমার দ্বারের সমুখ দিয়ে সে জন করে আসা-যাওয়া। শুধু আসন পাতা হল আমার সারাটি দিন ধ'র-- ঘরে হয় নি প্রদীপ জ্বালা, তারে ডাকব কেমন ক'রে। আছি পাবার আশা নিয়ে, তারে হয় নি আমারা পাওয়া।

Waiting

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument.

The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart

I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house

But the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house; I live in the hope of meeting with him; but this meeting is not yet.

The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set only there is the agony of wishing in my heart

I have not seen his face, nor have I listened to his voice; only I have heard his gentle footsteps from the road before my house

But the lamp has not been lit and I cannot ask him into my house I live in the hope of meeting with him but this meeting is not yet.

even those I took to forget you.

....your comment just made my day

You fall in love, and nothing seems truly scary anymore,

and life is one big possibility?