Talking to God

Talking to God
by Azadeh Davachi
13-Oct-2009
 

You threw me to this shackled world
Without any reason, without any knowledge
I was not interested! you know!
You asked me to be here,
Where the atomic bombs cuddling my hair
Where the words can’t stand phrases
And the shadows are trembling
As the clouds passing by them
I yearned to rest in peace
I was not supposed to hear those cries
To feel those pains
They muffled the sun in the dark clouds
They stabbed your sons in hearts
And made mothers aggrieved
The world was blasted under your name God!
Do you hear me God?
I’m talking to you!
Do not bestow this merciless world upon me
Just let me go, just leave me alone!

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This world, it is cursed - hadith

 

BTW why is everybody here referring to the Divine in masculine terms as "He"? The Divine can just as well be referred to as "She".

Theosopher, there was only one statement of yours that holds any theosophical validity or coherence, and it is: "God suffers as much as you." And this is the core of the matter, hence one of the famous meditative word plays by certain Sufis is to derive the word ALLAH from the root MALUH (sadness). A Deity who cannot suffer along with your own suffering is no Deity to worship, since your own suffering is the reflection of the Pre-Eternal suffering of the One Alone: "I was a Hidden Treasure and I desired to be known therefore I created creation in order to be known." Your other statement,  Do not blame Him, blame the originator(s), is Neo-Gnostic (big 'G') gobbledegook and contradicts your preceding locutions since it introduces some cosmic agent other than and external to the One in the form of Archons as the source of the general problem. The issue is far more straightforward than that. To quote Mowlavi:

 

When colorlessness became the captive of color

A Moses went to war with Jesus!

 

Suffering is the leaven and fuel of physical life. The worm also suffers before becoming the butterfly!  

YA HIYA!


Passing Through

Dear Azadeh

by Passing Through on

After reading your poem, I was inspired to write this piece:

The Blessing Of Forgiveness - The Foundation For Healing

Hope you enjoy it :)

 

 


yolanda

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by yolanda on

maybe God has His timing! Everything happens for a reason. Thank you for the poem!

thanks,

 


Red Wine

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by Red Wine on

God is busy ... he always is busy ...

Thx for poem .


Passing Through

Very Sweet

by Passing Through on

Well done

 

 


Theosopher

As Much As You

by Theosopher on

The undergoing program of creation necessitates anomalies, hardships and atrocities. The unprecedented frenzy generated in the prematerial phase of existence has caused/produced infinite damages to the (software) core of existence, like dark smoke being generated in a pure morning spring weather.

The extremely long/painful current program of creation partly materializes the original frenzy and partly diffuses it.

God suffers as much as you in this circumstance even though for Perfect Existence 'suffering' might have a different conception totally beyond our present understanding. 

Do not blame Him, blame the originator(s).

 

Theosopher