Treasure Island

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

(1207 - 1273 / Persia)

Be Lost In The Call


Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?
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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (2/21/2014 2:37:00 AM)

    Creation of world, and its reasons, the question of god to David, the reality's reply that it was a secret of treasure and generosity what transpires in my mind is lot of compassion, and thankfulness to the divine power for giving such a wonderful life in this world what ever the limitations and hardships it may be and I really enjoyed the poem in perfect happiness and emotional spirit that I am heartiest to thank the great enlightened poet through this column and the advise to reason tread the path of selflessness to eternity and for remembering god so much we have forgotten all wordings are exemplary. (Report) Reply

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