Time flows onward, days go away;
Their reckoning who saves?
Against a backdrop without end or beginning,
Kindly say, who will create the history?
Round about You are my exits and arrivals;
Both in laughter and in tears lies my affection.
But I don't recognize You, toward Whom once again
I goad the ship of my existence.
Anything that I may do is erudition's vanity;
Yet, seated alone in mind own, I still conceive.
Nothing belongs to me; Yours is everything;
Having attained Thee, that is serenity.
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Saturday, October 2, 2021
Writing history
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We read books and tell stories, but our chronicles are largely imaginary. They tend to omit the most important, perhaps the only, personality.
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