When those students reach higher classes, Masters’ Lever, and begin to study Logic and Philosophy, they confront me with broad grins…
Poetry is all around you
I am often asked by my students what it is like being poetic. I mostly recite a few very beautiful lines from a poem belonging to the Elizabethan Era. To some extent they appear to be satisfied, but definitely not convinced.
Sometimes, while reading an essay, I mention that this particular line in this essay is highly poetic; they are confounded because they have a fixed notion in their minds that “Poetic” is related to only poetry. They are further confused when I show them a certain painting and inform them the painting is more poetic than artistic.
When those students reach higher classes, Masters’ Lever, and begin to study Logic and Philosophy, they confront me with broad grins. My teaching to them in the lower classes begins to bring fruit. They are very easily able to distinguish between poetic and prosaic. They begin to love poetry and other forms of literature.
My formula is very simple but highly eccentric: I tell them to learn from the birds their song, from the trees their dance, from the rivers their music of currents, flow, and ripples. When you are ready to open up, you will be surprised that the whole existence is such a poetic phenomenon!
The meaning is not essential at this stage. If you ask the meaning of it all, then it becomes a philosophical inquiry. The moment you ask the meaning, you have lost track of poetry. The moment your start dancing with a tree without asking, “What is the meaning of this swaying tree in the wind?” you are being poetic. Then the miracle of miracles happens: the person who does not care about the meaning immediately finds it. Dance with trees, sing with bird, swim in the ocean, and you will find the meaning, without seeking it. Just endeavor to be a part of this beautiful existence. Sing your song, because everybody has come with a song in the heart and unless your sing it you will remain unfulfilled. The others will try to make you sing their songs, but you have to do your thing. Do your thing: that is what is meant by singing your song. Whatsoever you feel like doing, do it! Never be bothered about what others say, that is irrelevant. Insist that this is what you are going to do, irrespective of all the consequences.
Never compromise in this respect. The poet is really a rebel; he never compromises. If he compromises, he is not a poet, he is a businessman. If you don’t compromise, your love will grow in leaps and bounds. Sing your song and you will find love arriving from hidden sources within you. It will start overflowing from you, and reaching others.
I would like to dedicate my poem “My Dancing God” to all of you:
My Dancing God
copyright 08-25-2008
He dances; He revels,
His nature so excels.
You saint sad shroud,
Life taint mad cloud.
He grows; His flowers grow,
He sows this, cowards mow.
You cocooned mad saint,
Rue, be fooled sad paint.
He my dancing God Divine,
Grape shy trancing Lord in vine.
You cry His name all in vain,
Avarice, hate, then fall in pain.
He life bestows to live n grow,
See, he bellows, Lo! Kill n throw.
Make His dance your rosy France;
Take a glance, my poesy dance.
By Rajasir 4th May 2008
Glossary:
He=God, Nature
he=human
taint=blemished, chaotic
paint=face
poesy=poetry
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