Tuesday, April 20, 2010

...and words... how they can hurt-

"so now you can look at yourself in the mirror and know that you have lost me forever..."

and the tears streamed down my face,
as i drove down the road
the words ringing in my head
over
and over
and over...
like a chant.
i turned up the music
louder and louder and louder
and it would not drown out
the words-
oh how they sting...

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

So get over with it SAK(Look who is talking) lolllzzzz

Anonymous said...

If the person is saying that to you, have you really lost him? I mean the words said to spite you! I am surprised that such dialogue is still taking place!

Someone I know remarried soon after her ex remarried although the ex hasn't had one successful marriage. She hurts every time he gets married again although now she has a lovely child with her present husband. The spite we hold! If only we would forgive and let go. I am not pointing fingers at anyone. You think it's pretty to keep the paper roses-- one of the most cherished gifts you ever had. There is also a lot of spite involved in such matters. A lot of trying to exceed the other or ending up feeling inferior to the other. It is difficult but try to wish well for him and let go-- for the well-being of both.

A song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x52w8txtiQs

Anonymous said...

I was looking for another poem by Rumi but couldn't find it so I'm gonna quote another one, not that any of Rumi's poetry is any less quotable:

An ant hurries along a threshing floor with its wheat grain,/
moving between huge stacks/

of wheat, not knowing the abundance all around. It thinks its/ one grain is all there is to/

love. So we choose a tiny seed to be devoted to. This body,/
one path or one teacher. Look/

wider and farther. The essence of every human being can see,/
and what that essence-eye takes/

in, the being becomes. Saturn. Solomon! The ocean pours/
through a jar, and you might say it/

swims inside the fish! This mystery gives peace to your/
longing and makes the road home home.

- Coleman Barks' "The Soul of Rumi"