Monday, September 04, 2006

Excuse Me While I Kiss the Sky!

I Am Determined

One regret, dear world,
That I am determined not to have
When I am lying on my deathbed
Is that
I did not kiss you enough.

--Hafiz, Persian mystic and poet

I woke up this morning with the blues. I am 56, divorced, unpartnered, no family, no children, alone in the world in that respect.

My next thought was of my beloved friends, and my dear godson. I immediately had a spiritual slap to my own face, for which I am eternally thankful.

I next went to the computer and clicked on a link in my favorites list. I clicked on the wrong one, and ended up on a site for Sufi poetry, and the above poem was on my screen.

OK God, I get it. Thanks!

I had forgotten for a second how very sweet each moment of life is. What a treasure. What an opportunity to be thankful. For something, for someone.

I went to google and found a prayer for my morning's turning.

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;
this is the birthday of life and of love and wings:
and of the gay great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

-ee cummings


Blogger The Carpathian Peasant said...

Away off topic, your very beautiful topic at that....

I thought I'd copy my answer to your offer here in case you didn't get a chance to get back to mine to look right away:

Thanks, Mata, but I think I saw at least one or two "nutritional" bars of some sort in the vending machines and I have a few around that I got some time ago from the Avon Lady.

That kind of thing is food, it's just not "FOOD!" Cinnamon Danish and Honeybuns are "FOOD!" (Grin)

Hope you have a nice Labor Day!


And, PS (which is not in my blog reply) any kind of packaged mail business in my apartment building is a potential disaster situation. ALL packaged mail is supposed to be deliverable to the person's door, but carriers don't want to wander throughout these big apartment complexes so they often try to leave things in the offices and the management here has been know to dump hundreds of dollars worth of stuff in the hallways.

12:11 PM  
Blogger Anne B. said...

Mata - WONDERFUL post. I am almost 50, disabled, divorcing, suffering from PTSD from years of abusive relationships, converting to Judaism, single parenting 2 very challenging children and sometimes I feel like God's cosmic joke. Usually a good look at Rumi, Hafiz or the Zohar brings me back to my senses!!!

8:45 PM  

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