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The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.

It is the source of all true art and science.” ~ Albert Einstein

What greater mystery can we plumb than that of life? Is there any purpose or direction for which we have been programmed beforehand?

Life is a precious gift and every man and woman has the same gift to be used and it must make sense to our rational mind. So that window of opportunity to make yourself useful to you and others around you is narrow. Between birth and death is it not wisdom if you can throw light on or connect in some way to the mystery with the key you have? If we have been endowed with fine faculties to know ourselves why do we leave it to others? Do we make sense or make sense of what others tell as truth? Of what worth is the lamp of life it it were to be shown under the direction of others than to lead our own path? These are the questions I have covered in the Illustrated Omar Khayyam.

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If you must keep the curl of the unbroken wave

I shall take the whole  ocean with their swells

with staccato rhythm of ships tossed back and forth-

In their desperate flailing

I see spirit of man still daring to steer clear

And that is much more than oceans can bear.

I am a man and nothing less than whole continent

Is my haven.

If you must give this hour and show its hustle

And bustle of senses touching heights

I shall rather settle for this moment’s grace

Where my spirit is put to its rest

By both heaven and the earth.

I am a man nothing less than this indivisible

wholeness shall keep hour and the continent

Past time’s injury.

benny

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Abortions will not let you forget.


You remember the children you got that you did not get,


The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,


The singers and workers that never handled the air.


You will never neglect or beat


Them, or silence or buy with a sweet.


You will never wind up the sucking-thumb


Or scuttle off ghosts that come.


You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh,


Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.

I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed
 children.


I have contracted. I have eased


My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.


I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized


Your luck


And your lives from your unfinished reach,


If I stole your births and your names,


Your straight baby tears and your games,


Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches,
and your deaths,


If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths,


Believe that even in my deliberateness

I was not deliberate.


Though why should I whine,

Whine that the crime was other than mine?–


Since anyhow you are dead.

Or rather, or instead,


You were never made.


But that too, I am afraid,


Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said?


You were born, you had body, you died.


It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.

Believe me, I loved you all.


Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you
 All.

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For those who are interested in Omar Khayyam my version shall certainly resonate as true to the original. Imagine the pleasure of reading him for the first time? Eight hundred years later you can relive the pleasure his quatrains first produced among his readers.

“In the ten sections of his book, Benny Thomas has composed his own Khayyāmasque quatrains covering most of the central and salient features of Khayyāmian themes. Whether it is in the chapter titled “Cup of Wine” or “Love Feast,” the essence of Omar Khayyām’s Rubā‘iyyāt is echoed in the poems of Benny Thomas. For those interested in a mystical reading of Khayyām’s quatrains, this collection of poems provides an invaluable insight…” (Selected from the Foreword by Prof. Mehdi Aminrazavi the author of The Wine of Wisdom.)

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We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,–


This debt we pay to human guile;


With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be overwise,


In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us, while

We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

To thee from tortured souls arise.


We sing, but oh the clay is vile

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;


But let the world dream otherwise,


We wear the mask!

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I am not yours, not lost in you,

Not lost, although I long to be


Lost as a candle lit at noon,


Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still

A spirit beautiful and bright,

Yet I am I, who long to be

Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love — put out


My senses, leave me deaf and blind,


Swept by the tempest of your love,

A taper in a rushing wind.

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