SubscribeIf the red slayer think he slays; Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again.
Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same,
The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.
They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt; And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
The strong gods pine for my abode, And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good! Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.
And so was the holy religion blasphemed by RW Emerson writing about an alleged heretic Hindu experience way back in the mid nineteenth century. But you know the old dough on how free souls find their own path;their own destiny & their own destination. India celebrated its Republic day recently. This poem reflects the spirit of a free thinking individual as well as the spirituality of the country quite well.
2 comments:
I luv da words.....they r gr8...!!
Yes, Aishi. The words are really inspiring. Emerson was a trailblazer in some ways.
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