Flower Seller:- He was strolling, reciting translation of CONSTANTINE CAVAFY's The Journey to Ithaca
"...The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon—do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your heart does not set them up before you.
Pray that the road is long."
"Do you mean what you sing?", she asked him with an air of curosity.
Noone asked him such a question before. It was genuine question and he liked the question and the person in the very next moment.
"I try to...", he replied unsure of the answer.
It was one of Tabutsaaz's beginning days of realisations, when he meet flowerseller. He was just starting to realise his profession and the Flower Seller was always a great help in the process. By nature, Tabutsaaz loved to weave the complex web around him and Flower Seller always stood beside him with a simpler insight.
the angry Poseidon—do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your heart does not set them up before you.
Pray that the road is long."
"Do you mean what you sing?", she asked him with an air of curosity.
Noone asked him such a question before. It was genuine question and he liked the question and the person in the very next moment.
"I try to...", he replied unsure of the answer.
It was one of Tabutsaaz's beginning days of realisations, when he meet flowerseller. He was just starting to realise his profession and the Flower Seller was always a great help in the process. By nature, Tabutsaaz loved to weave the complex web around him and Flower Seller always stood beside him with a simpler insight.
0 comments:
Post a Comment