Morality & Mortality — Original Poem
Lying in bed the other night, thinking of morality and mortality, this short poem occurred to me... on how we are, always, being tested.
Seasoning
From time to time
a lick of flame
tasted him
testing to see
if he might be
salty and sweet
for all Eternity...
or if he was ready
to exit the pit.
—-Yahia Lababidi
That is very beautiful, a metaphor (for me at least) about a great many choices I could be making on this earth that I lay awake at night pondering.
Then there is the big choice, whether or not to delve into the mysteries of the divine. This is a choice I keep writing about, but haven't yet made the leap of faith, or any attempts to exit the pit.
I am especially struck by the fire's being the tempted one, that the fire licks the human (assuming he is a human), a loving act. The fire's desire keeps the human in the pit.
Thank you.
I hope you will go read this story that I published yesterday - I was thinking of you as i wrote it
Thank you, for your thoughtful response.
As Rumi says:
The fruit of my life is no more than three words—
I was raw, I was cooked, I was burned.
May you take the leap when the time is right & I’m intrigued by your story, which I hope to find time for, soon 🙏🏼
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