Wednesday, November 20, 2019
Neither Mirabai nor Rumi––poem by Dorothy
Neither Mirabai nor Rumi
No Mirabai or Rumi
could flourish here.
Their innocence was their charm,
an indulgence not granted today.
Now our task
is doubly hard.
We must be the actor
in the play
and the critic observing,
analyzing, putting things
in perspective.
In a way,
we know too much.
We have lost our innocence,
our unregarded actions.
We are both playwright and
editor, protagonist and drama coach,
someone who follows the
speaking poet within
and yet heeds the ever present director/witness
who also speaks and gives advice.
Such is our task,
our assignment in this curious world.
Dorothy Walters
November 1, 2019
No Mirabai or Rumi
could flourish here.
Their innocence was their charm,
an indulgence not granted today.
Now our task
is doubly hard.
We must be the actor
in the play
and the critic observing,
analyzing, putting things
in perspective.
In a way,
we know too much.
We have lost our innocence,
our unregarded actions.
We are both playwright and
editor, protagonist and drama coach,
someone who follows the
speaking poet within
and yet heeds the ever present director/witness
who also speaks and gives advice.
Such is our task,
our assignment in this curious world.
Dorothy Walters
November 1, 2019
