Author: Aweni

His make, His end.

  I process it all as I run my hand through my hair, much like his. I wonder at my perfectly shaped face better than his, My brain faster than his, My limbs quicker than his, I hear my voice speak and I think I am thrilled. It sounds perfect. I think this is what … Continue reading His make, His end.

Fear

  Fear came calling today. Even though he had been many times before, I underestimated his strength still. With a vice like grip he held me down against my will. My heart, my eyes, my being screamed to be freed, but Fear did not heed my cries as he stripped me bare. Just like he did … Continue reading Fear

A poet’s promise

    Should this pen fail me, Should this papyrus crumble, I shall tarry not. My blue blood will on stone write. I'll sacrifice to earn light. ©Aweni Image credit: Google This Tanka poem is in response to Colleen’s weekly Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. The prompts for this week’s challenge are synonyms of GIVE and RECEIVE. … Continue reading A poet’s promise

”Life of Rumi”

”Life of Rumi”

When I came across this beautiful summary of some of Rumi’s golden words, I was ecstatic. It is not everyday you come across such a brief but holistic summary of some of his important life lessons. I had to share with you. A long post but well worth the read.

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“Study me as much as you like, you will not know me, for I differ in a hundred ways from what you see me be. Put yourself behind my eyes and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.” ~ Rumi 

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī, also known as Rumi, was a 13th-century Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic who, in my personal opinion, wrote some of the most beautiful and most profound words that were ever written. You won’t believe it how much wisdom and how so much power there is in his words. It’s incredible.

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It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.”

“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the…

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How Norman found his mind

Below, is a brief tale of how Norman found his own mind. It all happened on a sunny day in King's college. Twelve year old Norman was a bit sleepy. It was time for reading but his head kept nodding to sleep's music. No matter how hard he resisted. "Ha!", smiling with glee, was Mr … Continue reading How Norman found his mind

Coy Fortune

  I met Fortune today. We had a long chat Wherein I discovered Fortune was keeping secrets. You see, Akin to an androgynous masquerade was Fortune dressed. When asked, Fortune declines to tell if it is female or male or a shade of both. It will not tell if it is rich or poor, If it … Continue reading Coy Fortune

United, they win

Melville looked fearfully at the Amazon he'd trained. She was meant to be his weapon against her kind. But, she discovered his intentions and her rage was sublime. He wouldn't give up. He would sow discord in their midst. Her army would turn on her, he thought gleefully. He knew he had lost when she shouted, … Continue reading United, they win

I dare you

  When I wear my heart on my sleeve, I am daring you to crush or keep, A heart steeped in need & glee. Knowing it matters not to it, What your choice will be. Either way its win & win A crush will its glee kill. A keep, its needs meet. As far as … Continue reading I dare you

Rain

  Today, it rained. I saw thunder and lightning dance in the heavens as earth became soft and yielding with the showers. I begged Smaerd to tell me of rain. He looked at me and said "tell me what you know." My mind quivered as I looked inwards into my own thoughts, for this was … Continue reading Rain

La Casa’s lament

  They attribute my worth to irrelevancies. Does it not suffice that I give shelter? That I shield from harsh winds? That my hearth warms? They come in, asking, 'how big is the garden?' 'Are the kitchen tops marble?' 'How many rooms are there?' I don't mind that last question though. You see, humans are … Continue reading La Casa’s lament