Beautiful, resigned, serene, melancholy... This piece wrong footed me once or twice. It was as though I was constantly asking myself where are my feelings about this at now. It conjured up feelings of the transition of Summer to Autumn... In a sense you know you are going to miss the long sunny days deeply, but the colours of Autumn are so damn beautiful, you want to see them also.
We humans are bizarre creatures, we often want one when we have the other and vice versa, the real trick... Ah that's easy, accept what IS and not what could be and find whatever joy in it if you can. The most profound understanding of the sentiment of being pragmatic about impermanence is love.
To have it fully we must embrace the pain that could come at any moment... But without the risk of that pain, love, real, unconditional love could never even be a possibility.
Hugely resonant Rumi piece, such a serene slightly detached perspective that makes a whole lotta sense after even a modicum of thought.
Regarding Blake...
Perhaps this isn't what he meant, but this is how it resonates with me.
The sheer number of times I have later discovered I had an entirely incorrect interpretation of a passage, the lyrics of a song or a famous speech is astonishing, although it doesn't matter a jot, the value we find is the value that sustains us.
(Always get back eventually lol)
Have an amazing weekend my friend, but always mindful that this too shal... Oh you know already :)
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Thanks for your lovely comment. It's appreciated. Sorry it took so long to get back to you (must stop apologising to each other for this!)
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