The Illustrated Omar Khayyam took three months of labor but before I got down to the task there were dry runs. My WordPress blog was one such. (http://omarikhayyamdotcom.wordpress.com).
In submitting myself to the rigour and setting out my offering I have in turn discovered a few things about myself. After seeing my work into print what have I learned? Soul has needs and in order to give it expression the writer/artist must also be equipped by inclination and training. The Illustrated Omar Khayyam was like a bouquet of flowers made up of flowers that fitted with an overall design I had in mind. After laying aside Omar Khayyam my soul urges me to carry on with another for which my life has prepared me. So be it.
My garden has not gone to pot merely because I made one bouquet. In the making of it I looked for colours and shapes that sat in harmony with the overall scheme not to mention the volume and fragrance to underpin the aesthetic arrangement my conscious self could agree with. I could think like a soul engaged in writing poetry as Persian masters would have done in which my belief-systems or religion played no role. Soul knows no religion, nation nor labels which man has willingly put on in order to be like every other. I resisted the idea.
I could make a living as an architect and at this time of life don’t need sell myself to be touted by some publishing house as an author of best seller. If the world discovers this old man or not is immaterial. This book is my calling card, proof of my earthly life.
My next book shall be similar in approach but has nothing to do with poetry.
A thoughtful life of seven decades fortified by soul as back up, can endure great many things. Even so soul needs to be fed with every ounce of energy I can muster. Writing it all down would be back-breaking but pain soon passes.
If an angel in the next life should ask me if I wasted my gifts on the earth I have many witnesses but my works shall be my proof. More so since my soul shall say: Amen
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