A Haven So Pure And Pleasant

At Pen: Diya Basu

"Out beyond ideas of right and wrong,

There is a garden,

I'll meet you there"

- adapted from Jelaluddin Rumi, 13th century

As the sun dazzles off the verdant flora,

Under the bright forget-me-not sky,

An allure more potent than a siren's call,

Entices and Beckons,....

To all those passing by.

They say perfection is colossal,

And that the world is abound in all that we seek,

Happiness and love and joy and peace,

Yet little do we know,

Even this world, has secrets to keep.

Yet nestled in the boughs of this dark desolate abyss,

Is a garden,

Filled with the sweet perfume of flowers,

And delectable apples and pears.

A sanctuary to the melodic hum of the worker bees,

And a tangle of weeds,

For a place so divine,

Does not discriminate between all the forms of life.

The garden is an entity,

Persephone's blessings,

A veritable enigma,

No herculean feat you say?

Let me stop you there my friend,

Little do you know,

How arduous it is,

For a light so very brilliant,

To glow,

In this tenebrosity of swirling destruction,

Worse than the rage of Charybdis and Scylla,

Tearing seafaring vessels to shreds,

Yet,....

There is this little haven so extraordinarily ordinary,

Abound in happiness and joy and love and peace,

Becomes an assemblage of seraphic serenity,

And a haven,

Of all that's pure in this world,

And of all pleasures that we seek.

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