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Ring of Fate-story board #4
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Love, Death

Never more crimson my love’s cheeks tinted

Than the sun in leave- taking hour blushed,

Said she, ‘You’re much sinn’d ‘gainst as I, by death,

We part to be one with earth’s treasures mix’d’.

benny

 

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The Planets whizz past the pod

And see the confluence of the living

And the dead-these are memories 

The Greater Pod beyond the pulse

Of Time and Space

Has laid out by rule and line.

Seek memory what is not graven in your eye- 

I seek your verity and dare not make difference of what is or what was.

It is the seed in What will be-

Love is a pod where nothing spills asunder.

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I let Venus immolate in a fireball

That belllowed a storm in her wake.

Andromeda and her sisters wept

While my silvery shafts broke fall

Between the Great Divide of matter- 

No matter the dark matter do have a say

When I say yea to be integral

And indivisible of the Pod Illumined

Beyond my silly sentiments of 

Being straight as an arrow 

In a Space where the bulls eye 

Pulses every point one dwells upon.

I take the blame I bowed my knees to gods

That sounded euphonious

But left those who dared not bear a name as such.

Love was silent and yet carried her name well;

So was he who chose Love but dared not

Seek gender as such.

benny

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Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. ~Rumi

In the dream of waning moon

Is a dream she has in her hold.

Am I not a dream my mother told

With her gut-wrenching sigh?

Her joy of a child fed and washed by her vitals

Was a dream waiting to be told.

So it is decreed from old and so shall it hold

When we like a passing dream

are swept up from holy garments to fill

And color every dream that Love shall

Thenceforth exhale.

benny

 

 

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In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. ~Rumi


Be the beacon that sweeps its wide arc

Where procession of stars, sun and the moon

Take turns to renew their eternal cycles

of Being and Becoming; 

Oh Love the sea may whimper

Oceans may rage-

how these vain strivings carry with them

man whose worth is of now and never beyond;

 It is a fever of living, a dream.

When you have set your fire on me
This unbearable lightness of existence makes want soar

Along the thermals,
-
Well beyond mart and the rabble

Be one with you: eternally cleansing, searching and reaching beyond Time and Space

.

benny

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Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all day long-Rumi
Oh lover of my days
Tarry for the night,I’ll seek your ways
In the coal-heap of the past.
‘Oh my tender love, your wound is deep
If day has thus treated!
Leave off the ash of regrets
From the hem of your gown:
The day has its sign woven
About your brow, feel it and make it
your sign above all!
Even night shall be as plain as day.’

benny
Day and night are sides of the same coin mined from Love-benny

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Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life. ~Rumi


Pangs of life have seared me to skin and bones,

Oh lover of my soul;

But you sent Mercy to feed me

Wild apples which were early for season;

It must be a boon neither for good men nor for the poor-

But Mercy must have her own reasons,I admit

And how has it fleshed me out!

In joy muscles wrap around bones and packs marrow.

Of Mercy she grudges never.

How has the skin taken to its tints?

For Mercy comes never alone but with her brood-

And love its badge that even fools cannot miss.

 

 

benny

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A merchant who exported exotic flowers to the Far East in the Eighties became very rich but a volcano in one part of the globe suddenly erupted. The ash from a volcano in Iceland ruined the merchant in Aleppo.
Al Ahmedia had three daughters. They were Razia and Nafeeza and Ayesha was the youngest.
Ayesha was also called Beauty.
The two elder sisters were counting on marrying some one who was rich and famous. Of course one thought Sultan of Borneo would be her ideal choice. The other wanted one from Saudi royal family. But their father’s sudden misfortune came in a most inconvenient time.
The world and hopes of Ayesha the youngest didn’t go beyond the four walls of her home. Her father was laid low by his reversal of fortunes and he needed all her attention.
Razia and Nafeeza the elder daughters set the trends in fashion and were the darlings of the society. At home they found Ayesha an easy target. So every day they sniped and made her look silly.
They showed her natural beauty at disadvantage, which was taken up by the press. Luckily Beauty had no time for anything else than keeping a home for her father and her sisters.
She was Beauty in looks and in deeds.
One fine morning word reached Hajji Al Ahmedia that he could get compensation from FEIECF (Far East Importer and Exporter Compensatory Funds) for losses he had incurred. He had to go to Malaysia. Before he left he asked his children what they wanted from Penang. Razia wanted a bird of paradise and Nafeeza, an urang utang. Beauty wanted just a rose. Al Ahmedia took the first plane and reached the office in Penang. He met the right people and they assured they would settle the matter. But the matter dragged on over some lacunae in the law of the land.
After days of fruitless discussion it was clear he was wasting his time. So one day he decided to return home. That evening he set out to his hotel. He took a short cut and lost his way.
While walking through winding pathways hedged by lush greenery of some tropical paradise he was straying farther into a wild part of the town. By night he came in front of a decrepit villa that was evidently the mad folly of rubber and tin baron. It was shuttered for some hundred years.
To his utter amazement as soon as he climbed the steps the villa came to life. The shutters opened by itself. The macaques and marmots that ran through the rotting timbers became men. As the tired merchant reached the top of the steps there were men to receive him.
It was as they had orders from high and they fell to their tasks
Instantly. The servants in their sarongs and with headbands entertained the guest with food and music. Silently they brought salvers of fruits and food steaming hot and they served him on banana leaves. While in the background musicians played musical intstruments to rest the weary soul of the merchant. Al Ahmedia thanked Allah for his beneficence and ate. He slept on a cot carved out of rosewood inlaid with mother of pearl and ivory.
Next morning he woke up and as he climbed down the steps he found his magnificent villa reverting to its former state.
He knew he had slept the night in an enchanted villa.
Thanking the most merciful Allah for preserving him from all danger he walked on. At the gate he saw a perfect rose peeping out from a nearby rosebush. He plucked it. Ah the flower started bleeding. From somewhere he heard a whisper angry and piteous. It soon became a low moan and steadily it grew in volume to become a shriek.
The rose went on dripping blood, human blood.
Suddenly the cry stopped and instead a voice asking,’ For my hospitality is this how you pay back?’
The merchant looked around. There was no one. He was still holding on to the rose and it dripped blood. The voice from nowhere said,’ Why kill me when there were millions of rose bushes nearby?’
The merchant stood up and saw it was indeed so.
The unknown host was right. He furiously wondered in what way he could make amends. But how with a dying rose in his hands? Blood was making a trickle along his hands and along the red dust.
‘If I die the curse will be on you and your descendents.’ The voice went on and the merchant heard footsteps coming closer. The Voice spoke, ’You did evil and you must make amends.’
He asked what he wanted him to do. ‘Your life!’
The merchant hesitated.
He heard the voice ask, ‘Do you have people at home?’
‘I have three daughters at home.’
The Voice asked if any one of them would in his stead come to his rescue. The merchant said perhaps his youngest daughter might take his place.
‘What is her name?’
‘Beauty’
The blood of the merchant went cold to hear to disembodied laughter. It was pure fear that hit him.
‘I am the Beast.’ said the Voice. He added, ‘Go in peace but bring Beauty to me.’
The merchant promised to try. Before he left the Voice said that he would be dying inch by inch and if he delayed beyond two weeks his curse would begin to work. The merchant quaked in his shoes.
Al Ahmedia went home and told his daughters of his fearful encounter with the Beast.
Beauty was willing to save her father and also the Beast. Within ten days the merchant took Beauty to the enchanted villa.
The Voice sounded relieved and permitted him to leave. The merchant was glad to have got out of the villa in one piece.
Beauty remained alone in the hall, and she heard footsteps. She turned and saw a man instead of a beast.
He sighed and said she was deceived to think he was normal like others, ‘I am the Beast’ While Beauty stood speechless he said,’ I am damned unless you can love me on your own free will.’
Beauty could not believe. She somehow felt right at home and in control of the situation. She felt pity and as she came closer.
It was the Beast who was in panic. He said, ‘don’t come near me. I am the Beast.’
She saw his eyes were in pain and in tears she felt as though he were a creature as she.
‘Oh Beast, you are crying.’
‘Shall not a beast cry?’
‘But your tears are like mine.’ She was surprised.
She heard him gasp.
‘Oh, you are in pain!’
The Beast nodded.
She asked him to repeat after her. ‘If I can feel pain I can also feel happiness.’ He did as was told. She said many things that they had in common and he obliged her repeating. In the end she said, ‘I am a woman.’
To this the Beast answered,’ And I am the Beast.’
She went closer to the beast. She felt his broad shoulders and saw that everything which, a man was expected to have was there. ‘You are a paragon of manhood’ she said very much relieved.


The Beast suddenly slouched over his seat and wept. He said, ‘Beauty you don’t understand. I have no heart. I am a beast.’
Beauty said, ‘Beast? I don’t understand what you mean. And I have a heart for the two of us.’
‘How do you know?’
I grew up, Love, among those had no hearts either. They were not called beasts’. She was sure that as far as she could see he was in no way worse than her sisters and other people with whom she had to live.
She drew him to her side and kissed his hand in reverence.
‘What is your name?’
‘The Beast.’
‘No it is not!’ she was emphatic.
He replied’ Sultan Razak al Bashir.’
Something snapped then and there.
Lo the whole enchanted villa became a mansion on stilts. The rot and rack of two hundred years of neglect had been erased. In its place stood a mansion meant to be made a home. Ayesha said,’Razak, you and I are going to live here and give a try to raise our children. In this very spot.’
Razak the Beast had a glint in his eye, ‘You make it sound as though it is possible.’
‘You don’t?’
‘Beauty, you make me also believe it is possible.’
They settled down to make a home straightaway.
benny

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My version:
Desire and Love

Desire is bound as free an idea love is,
As free to go as the earth anywhere as wind;
But bound as she is to solid earth there is
Desire shaped something solid
And always dreading the void;
It’s at loss for abstractions, of love for its sake:
The roiling mad sea to its depths would shake-
Love must be what runs it, lo and behold
Through very pulse of low and high tide.
(Love winks in the waning of the moon
And leaves the sea to tumultuous distraction.)
Desire the oil when dropt calms the sea
Though it has lost the hold, the rede.
benny

Bond and Free

Love has earth to which she clings
With hills and circling arms about–
Wall within wall to shut fear out.
But Thought has need of no such things,
For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.

On snow and sand and turn, I see
Where Love has left a printed trace
With straining in the world’s embrace.
And such is Love and glad to be
But Thought has shaken his ankles free.

Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom
And sits in Sirius’ disc all night,
Till day makes him retrace his flight
With smell of burning on every plume,
Back past the sun to an earthly room.

His gains in heaven are what they are.
Yet some say Love by being thrall
And simply staying possesses all
In several beauty that Thought fares far
To find fused in another star.

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