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Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;
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To and fro, to and fro
In my little boat I go
Sailing far across the sea
All alone, just little me.
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I have got my leave. Bid me farewell, my brothers!
I bow to you all and take my departure.
Here I give back the keys of my door
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In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
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I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,
On a day I already remember.
I shall die in Paris- it does not bother me-
Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.
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Sick on my journey,
only my dreams will wander
these desolate moors
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The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my
voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.
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Underneath the infinite sky,
above the ovoid earth,
anxiously,
he began his journey,
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A golden sphere is lifting up so slowly in the east,
The eye is looking towards it, and seeing such a feast,
Blazing with bands of colour, and giving a wondrous heat,
A view that to each observer, is something so complete.
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With ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,
Like stars in heaven, and joyously it showed;
Some lying fast at anchor in the road,
Some veering up and down, one knew not why.
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If one could bridge the distance with a word,
A journey would become a pilgrimage.
Elegant letters slant across the page.
My leaf has found a home upon your coat.
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What should we have taken
with us? We never could decide
on that; or what to wear,
or at what time of
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From your hips down to your feet
I want to make a long journey.
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The gloom that breathes upon me with these airs
Is like the drops which stike the traveller's brow
Who knows not, darkling, if they bring him now
Fresh storm, or be old rain the covert bears.
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'Attar began The Conference of the Birds (Mantiq al-tair) with an invocation praising the holy Creator in which he suggested that one must live a hundred lives to know oneself; but you must know God by the deity, not by yourself, for God opens the way, not human wisdom. 'Attar believed that God is beyond all human knowledge. The soul will manifest itself when the body is laid aside. One cannot gain spiritual knowledge without dying to all things. When the birds assemble, they wonder why they have no king. The Hoopoe presents herself as a messenger from the invisible world with knowledge of God and the secrets of creation. She recommends Simurgh as their true king, saying that one of his feathers fell on China.
The Nightingale says that the love of the Rose satisfies him, and the journey is beyond his strength; but the Hoopoe warns against being a slave of passing love that interferes with seeking self-perfection. The Parrot longs for immortality, and the Hoopoe encourages the Peacock to choose the whole. The Duck is too content with water to seek the Simurgh. The Hoopoe advises the Partridge that gems are just colored stones and that love of them hardens the heart; she should seek the real jewel of sound quality. The Humay is distracted by ambition, and the Owl loves only the treasure he has found. The Hoopoe reprimands the Sparrow for taking pride in humility and recommends struggling bravely with oneself. She states that the different birds are just shadows of the Simurgh. If they succeed, they will not be God; but they will be immersed in God. If they look in their hearts, they will see the divine image. All appearances are just the shadow of the Simurgh. Those loving truly do not think about their own lives and sacrifice their desires. Those grounded in love renounce faith and religion as well as unbelief. One must hear with the ear of the mind and the heart.
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I will not cry for satisfaction if I could get my choice,
Among the divine beautiful virgins of heaven, I want only you.
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My poetry journey is nothing and nowhere to go
Without leaving a word or two
I need a companion along the way
With you in my thoughts each day
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Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes.
(Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.)
In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched like a tailor
Sewing a shroud for a journey
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Gold vessels of fine wines,
thousands a gallon,
Jade dishes of rare meats,
costing more thousands,
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Life is a journey
A journey of time
Where a heart needs another
To give it a shine
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The pillars sending signals to the earth's poles, home, grasslands, the roar of the rocky river on that bridge are memories. Some things become lessons. It's about how to hold gently. Caressing skin that starts to wrinkle. Through thousands of events, finally, there's a name that will remain in this heart, but no longer together. Like rain paintings on the window.
We will age as travelers who never tire. It's delightful to see you, and I never cease to be fascinated finding something, while at the same time you pursue something else. Like children among rows of blooming flower petals.
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In the mirror of my mind, I see a reflection,
A soul searching for love and affection,
A heart that's fragile, a spirit that's torn,
A journey of self-discovery, waiting to be born.
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Life is but a journey
The road gets tough
Everything becomes rough
Still we push through
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The inward journey of the Divine Feminine is one of self-discovery and empowerment.
The inward journey of the Divine Feminine is one of transformation.
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Yeah, here I go, diving deep within
If I chased the horizon
Would I find my peace?
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Life, a journey of mystery,
A path lined with twists and turns,
A tale to be woven with history,
And lessons to be learned.
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Is it a dream or illusion or reality I have travelled that I remember now?
It is a halt I have made to make a sigh of relief before I continue my journey;
How long I have to go I don't know as it is fate that decides everyone's journey;
My duty is only to continue journey I have to say as my destiny will be known then!
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Life is a mysterious journey!
Every journey has beginning and end...
...but the journey of life has no beginning and no end!
Behold! Life's journey is cyclical!
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