The Parliament of Birds

(Mantiq al-Tayr)

About the Mantiq al-Tayr
"And silently their shining Lord replies:
'I am a mirror set before your eyes,
And all who come before my splendor see
Themselves, their own unique reality ...

... The Simurgh, Truth's last flawless jewel, the light
In which you will be lost to mortal sight,
Dispersed to nothingness until once more
You find in Me the selves you were before.'"
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Tuesday, December 05, 2006
The miser who became a mouse
A miser died, leaving a cache of gold;
And in a dream what should the son behold
But his dead father, shaped now like a mouse
That dashed distractedly about the house,
His mouse-eyes filled with tears. The sleeping son
Spoke in his dream: 'Why, father, must you run
About our home like this?' The poor mouse said:
'Who guards my store of gold now I am dead?
Has any thief found out its hiding-place?'
The son asked next about his mouse-like face
And heard his father say: 'Learn from my state;
Whoever worships gold, this is his fate --
To haunt the hidden cache for evermore,
An anxious mouse that darts across the floor'."
posted by Firesong @ 12:00 AM  
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