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The Green Field

 

 

***NOTE: One of the most powerful poems by Mavlena Rumi. I think it encapsulates the idea of enlightenment extremely beautifully and profoundly. Above is a soundtrack by Ar Rahman from the movie Rockstar. The soundtrack and the way Ranbir Kapoor recites the poem (although just a fragment of it) is hauntingly beautiful.

“Beyond our ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing,

there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’

doesn’t make sense any more.”

-Mevlana Rumi

 

 

I’m half awake, half asleep and I can feel my legs carrying me, running past the green field of yellow daffodils as far as the eye can see. The blue sky hovers above me like a rooftop on a rainy day as I dash through the field, the daffodils slowly parting way for me, showing me a hidden path.

 

I run as long as I can. As long as my leg can carry me. I don’t feel tired. I don’t recollect breathing. I don’t recollect… living nor dying.

 

I run. Rather.. I’m searching for something. Anxiously. Impatiently.

 

I run and never stop.

 

And at the end of the path I see an old tree. The only tree that’s in the centre of the field and I’m welcomed by the sound of flute which is played so softly and soothingly.

 

I search for the source of the sound and I see an old man sitting below the tree.

 

As I approach nearer, he stops playing and turns to me. He smiles.

 

“You’re back. I’ve been waiting for you.” My father tells me.

 

He stands up. He smiles and walks to me perfectly well.

 

We take in each other. I felt relieved. I felt… at home.

 

As we hug, I realise that he was never distant. He never really passed on. I understood everything.

 

I start to realise.

 

Father never existed. So did mother. So did the world and the universe. It was all an illusion. A dream. Everything was from me. I created and I destroyed. I… just I.

 

Time and space. It was me.

 

Life and death. It was me.

 

It was all in my mind. I was asleep.

 

But I’ve awaken now.

 

We laid on the green grass, taking in the scent of the green meadow, the magnificence of the blue sky for one last time. I turn and smile to father. He smiles back.

 

I understand everything now.

 

I close my eyes and became one with the green field.

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