Friday, March 17, 2006
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THE STORY OF A POEM ARENAS BW
A river, from its origins in distant mountains, after going through all kinds and layout of fields, finally reached the desert sands. Just as he had drawn all the other obstacles, the river tried to cross the latter, but realized that the water disappeared into the sand as soon reached éstas.Estaba convinced, however, that his destiny was to cross this desert, and yet there was no way. Then a hidden voice, coming from the desert itself, whispered: "The wind crosses the desert, and so can the river." Objected to the river was crashing against the sand, and only managed to be absorbed, that the wind could fly and that was the reason why I could cross the desert. "Arrojándote with violence the way it does not get across. disappear or you will become a swamp. You let the wind take you to your destination. "But how could this happen? "By consenting to be absorbed by the wind." This idea was not acceptable to the River. After all, he had never been absorbed before. Do not want to lose their individuality. "And, once lost it, how can one know if it will ever recover?" "The wind," said Sands, "meets this function. Raise the water, carries over the desert and then dropped. Falling like the rain, the river becomes water again. "" What I can tell this is true? "" Yes, and if you do not believe, do not you will become a swamp, and even that would take many, but many years, and a swamp, certainly not the same as a river. "" But I can not remain the same river that I am now? "" You can not in any case remain so, "continued the voice." You essential part is carried to form a nuevamente.Eres river so called, even today, because you do not know what part of you is essential. "When he heard this, certain echoes began to resonate in the thoughts of river. I vaguely recalled a state in which it, or part of it, what would it be?, Was carried in the arms of the wind. He also recalled "Or was it? - That's what we really should do, even if not as the river rose obvio.Y vapors in the welcoming arms of the wind, gentle and easily took him up and in the distance, dropping slowly as soon would have reached the top of a mountain, many, many miles away. And because he had his doubts, the river could remember and record more strongly in his mind, the details of the experience. Reflected: "Yes, now I know my true identity." The river was learning, but the sands whispered: "We know, because we see this happen day after day, and because we, the sands, extend all the way from the shores of river to the mountain. "And that's why they say that the way in which the River of Life has to continue its journey is written in the Arenas.
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This beautiful story is common in the oral tradition of many languages, circulated mostly among the dervishes and their discípulos.Fue transcribed in the book "The Mystic Rose Garden of the King" by Sir Fairfax Cartwright, published in Great Britain at present 1899.La Awad Afifi version is the Tunisian, who died in 1870. 
A river, from its origins in distant mountains, after going through all kinds and layout of fields, finally reached the desert sands. Just as he had drawn all the other obstacles, the river tried to cross the latter, but realized that the water disappeared into the sand as soon reached éstas.Estaba convinced, however, that his destiny was to cross this desert, and yet there was no way. Then a hidden voice, coming from the desert itself, whispered: "The wind crosses the desert, and so can the river." Objected to the river was crashing against the sand, and only managed to be absorbed, that the wind could fly and that was the reason why I could cross the desert. "Arrojándote with violence the way it does not get across. disappear or you will become a swamp. You let the wind take you to your destination. "But how could this happen? "By consenting to be absorbed by the wind." This idea was not acceptable to the River. After all, he had never been absorbed before. Do not want to lose their individuality. "And, once lost it, how can one know if it will ever recover?" "The wind," said Sands, "meets this function. Raise the water, carries over the desert and then dropped. Falling like the rain, the river becomes water again. "" What I can tell this is true? "" Yes, and if you do not believe, do not you will become a swamp, and even that would take many, but many years, and a swamp, certainly not the same as a river. "" But I can not remain the same river that I am now? "" You can not in any case remain so, "continued the voice." You essential part is carried to form a nuevamente.Eres river so called, even today, because you do not know what part of you is essential. "When he heard this, certain echoes began to resonate in the thoughts of river. I vaguely recalled a state in which it, or part of it, what would it be?, Was carried in the arms of the wind. He also recalled "Or was it? - That's what we really should do, even if not as the river rose obvio.Y vapors in the welcoming arms of the wind, gentle and easily took him up and in the distance, dropping slowly as soon would have reached the top of a mountain, many, many miles away. And because he had his doubts, the river could remember and record more strongly in his mind, the details of the experience. Reflected: "Yes, now I know my true identity." The river was learning, but the sands whispered: "We know, because we see this happen day after day, and because we, the sands, extend all the way from the shores of river to the mountain. "And that's why they say that the way in which the River of Life has to continue its journey is written in the Arenas.
* * *
This beautiful story is common in the oral tradition of many languages, circulated mostly among the dervishes and their discípulos.Fue transcribed in the book "The Mystic Rose Garden of the King" by Sir Fairfax Cartwright, published in Great Britain at present 1899.La Awad Afifi version is the Tunisian, who died in 1870.
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