misdirected / by Laura M Kaminski
a response to Ihsan Jaffar‘s “Our Heroes”
misdirected, only
these aspirations
misunderstood, only
these desires —
does not each
sapling yearn
to grow into a larger
tree? each cherry
blossom beg
the bees for pollen
that it too might
make fruit?
even this idolatry
is a reflection
of our wanting
the dawning
recognition
of our craving
to be part of something
greater than our
selves
even this idolatry
is only misdirected
hope
does not Rumi say
the One accepts
all coin, bad
and good?
–Laura M Kaminski, 2014
The Ark of Identity 
Yes. Perfect and perfectly true 🙂 He also says, all our searching is really searching for one thing (bad paraphrase)
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Not a bad paraphrase…perfectly clear. 🙂
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Wonderfully done Laura! I love it!
Hugz ❤
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Thank you, Patty!
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Exquisite! Deep resonance, stirring that of being no-one. Most words we can ever utter or write still seems only able to point towards that which somehow never can be spoken, yet sensed perhaps even experienced. Somehow, to me, this poem lives right in the center where words rarely can reach… I’m quite blown away by this.
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Hanne, I am touched and humbled by your comment. Thank you.
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Can’t help it, when I read something so profound as this. You might have to get used to it. lol! 🙂
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Laura, “misdirected” a deep, thoughtful piece of poetry! Ah, I see Patty may have led you to me! Thanks for the “Follow” & the “Like” for my “Disaster Relief” post on my excuseusforliving.com Phil
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Thank you, Phil! I’m a bit busy for the next few days, but look forward to exploring your blog further when I get the chance. (I have WP saving it as “weekly digests” for me.) All the best! – Laura
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