Daily Prompt : Genie

In response to prompt : Genie

Arabian night Folklore!

Perhaps it started as a folklore, in my mind we have a little of the Genie in us. I came to this conclusion after reading the prompt. We too can at times create   some magic simply by concentrating on our thoughts.

Of course our creator enables us to do so, when He thinks our cause is genuine. I’d like to share a few anecdotes which may prove my point.

After graduating from the university, I thought of studying further and the best thing for me was an education degree. I shared this idea with my classmate, she suggested to go to another city in Bangladesh where this course  is given.

Next thing we were on our way to Mymensingh. We met the vice Principal, she told us we were two months late, therefore we cannot register for the education degree course.

The Principal thought we had guts therefore she agreed to let us register. Somehow the building itself felt scary and I couldn’t imagine spending a year in that building.

I came back to Dhaka,  I was lost, I had no idea, what I should do. In the meantime I wished I could go somewhere else to complete the degree.

I then went to the common room of our residence,  I picked up a news paper, to my utter disbelief I saw an ad. for scholarships. I applied  and  got  the scholarship..

Did my internal spirit make it happen,  I often wonder?

There were a few others,   But I’d stop here!

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The Conclusion: The Farewell

And now it is evening.

And the seeress said, “Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit has spoken.”

And he answered ,

Was it I who spoke?

Was I not also a listener?

Then he descended the steps of the temple.

And he reached his ship and stood upon the deck.

And facing the people he raised his voice and said:

People of Orphalese, the wind bids me to leave you.Brief were my days among you, and briefer still the words I have spoken.

But should my voice fade in your ears, and my love vanish in your memory, then I will come again.

And with a richer heart and lips more yielding to the spirit will I speak.

Yea, I shall return with the tide,

And though death may hide me,yet again will I seek your under standing.

And not in vain will I seek.

If aught I have said is truth, that truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice, and in more kin to your thoughts.

And if this day is not a fulfillment of your needs and my love, then let it be a promise till another day.

Know therefore, from the greater silence I shall return. Forget not that I shall come back to you. A little while , and my longing shall gather dust and foam for another body.

A little while , a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.

Farewell to you and the youth I have spent with you.

If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.

And if our  hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky.

So saying he made a signal to the seamen, and straightaway they weighed anchor and cast the ship loose from its moorings,and they moved eastward.

And a cry came from the people as from a single heart, and it rose into the dusk and was carried out over the sea like a great trumpeting.

Only Almitra was silent , gazing after the ship until it had vanished into the mist.

And when all the people dispersed she still stood alone upon the sea-wall, remembering in her heart his saying:

“A little while , a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.”

“From The Prophet”

Author , Kahlil Gibran

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More thoughts on : Talking

And then a scholar said,Speak of Talking.

And he answered , saying:

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips , and sound is a diversion and a pastime.

And in much of your talking , thinking is half murdered.For thought is a bird of space ,that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.

The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.

And there are those who talk , and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.

And there are those who have the truth within them ,but they tell it not in words.

In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.

To be continued !:)

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