Iqra!

“What if the first command were ‘Write!’ not ‘Read!'”
(intended and received as a deeply introspective and profound posit by Maha)

What of the pristine experience
Of pure meaning
before the knowledge of word, it’s metaphor.
Even this pondering without words
is a paradox.

What is the spiritual distance
between the word as revelation
and the revelation thus revealed?

He who holds the pen
does not always control the writing…
nor is the one who listens,
control what is heard.

The path from the heart
to the writing hand
and the speaking lips
is fraught with struggle
between ego and intellect
The message becomes
a negotiation between them.

We seem to recite through veils
of various thickness and opacity.
Self-disclosure is a glowing filament within the heart.
Inspired messages are etched on it’s surface.

Comes a soft wind from a Voice
that blows dust from the cover of a book
written pre-eternity.

Truth is as quiet and vacuous
as any man can bare –
it’s pure recitation can indeed be painful.

Poetry must be
the beleaguered beauty of our struggle
to be honest to the Voice within.

“forgive me, I did not hear what you said,
because I was too busy listening to what I heard.”

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3 Responses to Iqra!

  1. Sonni Quick says:

    People are so busy thinking up what to say about what you are saying that they fail to hear what you are saying. They walk away so sure they know exactly what you mean and repeat it to another person. At the end of the day, what you said, and what you really said are nowhere even close to the same thing and there is no way you can tell them otherwise. Because their ego know they are right and you are wrong. Their arrogance is their downfall. Miscommunication in what you write, and what you say is so easy. Your intentions are never understood and you walk away knowing they will never understand.

    • I once said to a friend who saw me drifting off in thought in a conversation and asked, “Are you listening to me at all?” And I replied, with both shame and wonder, “…I’m sorry, I did not hear what you were saying, because I was too busy listening to what I heard…”

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