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Inspiration from the Pure Soul

 

Inspiration from the Pure

 

 

Once upon a time, there was a bird who use to soar high above Himalayas mountains, exploring the low and high of nature. That bird set sky as the limit, its wings carry it to a place of food and wealth, and aiming to explore new horizon without fear. he sang a melody that resonates through the mountains and valleys, unbound by resolution or ritual. He lived his life on its own terms, a symbol of independence and resilience. Oh, he has been a free bird, and has felt the wind beneath his wings and soared towards the infinite horizon.

On other side of the world, once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl who lived in a small village. She had long, flowing hair as black as midnight, and her eyes sparkled like diamonds in the sun. Her skin was soft and smooth, with a golden glow that seemed to radiate from within.

 Despite her beauty, she used to walk in the valley of this free bird. This free bird was always chasing her to home and fell for her. But the bird was unaware of her pledges and softness. After few days, she caged this free bird in a cage, in a castle faraway from a village. And she decided to go on journey and left the bird in the care of none, without feed of love, joy and care but indeed left him to hatred and threats.

Due to abandonment, on her returned she found the bird weak and ill. She asked her heart, what had happened, and the heart replied that she had forgotten to take care of the bird. She was filled with regret and remorse for leaving the bird in the care of no one.

Upon opening of the cage, she heard below lines from the lips of caged bird

 

Who Cares, Let People defame me as they wish,

For your Sake, O my artful and clever Beloved.

 

Your Beauty Exceeds my Sight,

Your Secret is Beyond my Knowledge,

In your love my singleness bounds,

In describing you, my ability is impotence,

 

I said: don’t hide your face from me,

That I might my share of your beauty.

She said: Be afraid of what may befall your heart and gall,

For, this trouble maker, Love, will draw its dagger.

 

I have your image in my eye so much,

That whatever I perceive, I think it is You.

 

I am my beloved and my beloved is I.

We are two spirits residing in one body,

So, when you see me you see her,

And when you see her you see me.

    From Ignorant Dervish 

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