There are moments in everyone’s life when we run out of our own vitalities, our own resources, when creativity suffers beyond recognition, when the womb of poetry begets sands and banal words, when we open our eyes to uncover the darkness enclosing us and our shadows growing bigger and thicker than ourselves, when gossip and fear reign supreme in the villages and in the towns and at work places and friends lose trust and confidence in each other, when we raise our voices to be heard by the people we trust and the people we love but the wind Scatters away everything in our throat.
My friend, I say this: Show to your friends the indestructibility of the soul and the continuation of life and divinity of man’s will to grow and help others grow. Keep moving! It matters not from where and to where you move. Keep moving along the path of man’s sublime dreams where the sun rises from death, where the divine earth meets the oceans… Keep moving ahead so that we will meet someone in the form of rainbow, in the form of our other selves, in the likeness of god who would look in the depth of our hearts and say, “Arise Friend! Open your eyes and look in the East, the sun is up again, tulips are opening again, Birds are singing again. Rivers are calling your name through the mouth of nightingale. Arise! You are here for a divine calling.”
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