The Contemplation Of Our Own Nothingness. Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
The Contemplation Of Our Own Nothingness.
Man's mind is enslaved
by an inexorable concern
with all that is exterior,
transient, illusiory and trivial.
Thus man is exiled from God
and from his inmost self.
The experience that the world
provides a life of vain hopes,
imprisoned in the illusion
of newness and change
brings us constantly back
to the contemplation of
our own nothingness.
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The title of this one, Tony, reminds me of a poem of mine, Who Are We? I read just a few days ago in Rumi a statement to the effect that when we look outward, we connect to nothing. But when we look inward to God, we connect to everything—similar, it seems to me, to whay you’re saying here. Glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 1:49:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Loved it Sir. So true.