Erin Thomas (Riverside, California)
When letting go of vain understanding,
One begins to attain understanding.
In the desert, a sea of sand stretches;
Wind bestows to each grain understanding.
If one will not wake from shifting dreams,
What good is it to gain understanding?
A rolling ocean of flourishing pines
Rose from earth to sustain understanding.
When one holds a whisk or a staff upright,
Speaking will only stain understanding.
When lightning flashes across a dry night,
The sky is soon to rain understanding.
What hinders the mind will hinder all else;
Why struggle to retain understanding?
Rivers can swell till, flooding, they burst
Banks not meant to contain understanding.
All seekers find the way in due time,
And then release inane understanding.
Gray grasses bend in myriad patterns;
They yield rather than strain, understanding.
The traveler on the road to heaven
Is filled with an arcane understanding.
The rosebud opens itself to the sky,
Not wanting to restrain understanding.
Be still, Zahhar, there is peace in the wind;
Never prize nor disdain understanding.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Published in Muse Apprentice Guild in Fall of 2003.
This is a ghazal poem.
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