The Compass. Poem by Tajudeen Shah
The Compass.
Rating: ★5.0
Angels from Light,
Satan from Flame,
Man from Dust,
Unto dust he ends!
Light has no pith,
No marrow in Fire,
Dust has a core;
Hot, cool and pure.
Many a Dimensions,
Thoughts and hues,
Passions and Emotions,
Only dust has it all.
No Origin or end,
'Soul', we call the Compass.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I am in pursuit of the very SELF of soul, and to differentiate it from other aspects of nature. let us do it together, I am sure when you navigate even these casual jottings, would sure get somewhere. God Bless.
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4/23/2024 3:54:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great philosophical thoughs, nicely described the human dimmensions, mood, thoughts, passions, emotions etc. A very good poem indeed,