Mono No Aware
Wake
up
my love
’tis
spring
~
I’ve
come
with
offerings
~
songs
of
beauty
I
shall
sing
~
sweet
new
gifts
my
essence
brings;
……….
Wake up
my
love
’tis
spring
~
I’m right
outside
your
door
~
Do
you
notice
my
allure?
~
or
~
feel
the
breadth
of
my
adore?
……….
Wake
up
my love
’tis
spring
~
I’m
here
to
help
you
see
~
just
how
blissful
life
could
be
~
when
you
know
the
depths
of
me;
……….
Wake
up
my love
’tis
spring
~
Watch
me
blushing
in
the
breeze
~
let me
charm
you
as
I
please
~
soothe
your
soul
~
with
~
grace
and
ease:
……….
Wake
up
my love
’tis
spring!
~
But
you
mustn’t
stop
or
wait
~
don’t
loose
sight
or
hesitate
~
for
tomorrow
~
’tis
too
late.
~
©Robyn Lee
Please click here to learn more about the spiritual philosophy
that provided inspiration for this piece : Mono No Aware
Unfolding
You
wait
~
you
watch
~
you
wonder;
~
Patiently,
nurturing
~
caring
~
saturating
me
with
love;
~
And
slowly,
~
layer
by
layer
~
moment
by
moment
~
petal
by
petal;
~
I
open
~
I
reveal
~
I
expose;
~
Unfolding
gracefully
before
you;
~
Offering
my
raw
essence
~
in
all
its
flushed
complexities;
~
Amidst
intricate
creases
and
tender
curves;
~
Unmasking
hidden
facets
~
of
my truest
nature
~
and
the
most
delicate
mysteries;
~
Releasing
sensitive
sweet
aroma;
~
Deep
red
shades
of
~
beauty,
vibrancy
and
life;
~
Until
finally
I
bloom
~
fully
~
wholly;
~
And
you,
the
witness,
~
Find
a
joyous
place
~
in the
softest
perfect
center
of
me;
~
Knowing
that
tomorrow
~
it
may
not
be
ours
~
to
hold.
~
©Robyn Lee
Eavesdropping
“I wish I were like you,”
Said the forest
to the roaring river,
“Always traveling,
always sightseeing;
Rushing towards the pure domain
of the sea,
The kingdom of water;
Water,
The passionate, vigorous spirit
of life,
The liquid turquoise of light
With eternal flow …”
“But what am I?
Only a captive,
chained to the earth.
In silence I grow old,
In silence I wither and die,
And before long
nothing will remain of me
But a handful of ashes.”
“O forest, half-asleep, half-awake”,
Cried the river,
“I wish I were you,
Enjoying a seclusion
of living emerald,
And illuminated by moonlit nights;
Being a mirror
reflecting the beauties
of Spring;
A shaded rendezvous for lovers.”
“Your destiny, a new life
every year;
My life, running away from myself
all the time;
Running. running, running
in bewilderment;
And what is my gain
Of all this meaningless journey?
Ah … never having a moment of calm
and rest!”
“No one can ever know
what the other feels;
Who does care to ask
about a passer-by
If he really existed
or was only a shadow?”
Now a passer-by
Aimlessly walking in the shade
Comes to ask himself,
“Who am I? a river? a forest?
Or both?
River and forest?
~~~
Hope you enjoyed this wonderful story (and companion image of me listening to the
Forest and River converse 😉 ).
The piece is entitled Forest and River, written by
Jalal al-Din Rumi, with translation by Zhaleh Esfahani.
~~~
Much Love ~ Robyn Lee
