a breath of spring air
in the midst of confusion
Kim M. Russell, 2017
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My response to Carpe Diem #1168 flute
Chèvrefeuille has been waxing philosophical today, talking about existentialism as a background to the poem by Rumi he has shared, in which the poet is speaking about ‘existence’:
We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely!
Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls,
that we should remain in being beside thee?
We and our existences are really non-existence;
thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable.
We all are lions, but lions on a banner:
because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment.
Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen:
may that which is unseen not fail from us!
Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift;
our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.
Chèvrefeuille explains that, in this poem, Rumi is describing our connection with the world around us, the subconscious connection between us all, in a beautiful way, using an ‘absurd’ comparison with chess pieces.