Malinda Words

Words didn’t fall from the sky. They were coined. They contain histories. They are the landmark products of thought processes, the rest-signs of journeys. They move on, long after we die. They were something else centuries ago and they will be something else centuries from now as human being twist, turn, defined and redefine as appropriate to moment, place, culture and prerogative(s) at hand.

Showing posts with label Rumi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rumi. Show all posts
09 July 2016

Take rock and shatter the mirror we are both resident in

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It is said that the poetry of Jelaluddin Rumi mirrors back to us an ocean of woven speech too intricate and dynamic for any grammarian to...
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