What, after all is my concern with poetry? In comparison with true reality, I have no time for poetry.
This is the only nutrition that my visitors can accept, so like a good host I provide it.
—Rumi
Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.
—Rilke
Twenty years ago, a mighty spirit
whispered to me and rearranged my days
Drink, it said, of solitude; taste of silence
I did as told and it left me a writer
Now, it's back again with grander designs
to rewrite my soul and transform my being
Renounce, it insists, both word and world games
And I have no choice, but to submit and bow.
© Yahia Lababidi