How about the Christ? He could hardly be called "Silence"...
"The Word" along with its reduction "a word" also seem to be of a "Divine" nature.
I am sincerely interested in your opinion.
Thank you.
I very much appreciate your interest in my opinion and I agree that "a word", being flesh of "The Word" is of a Divine nature.
I also want to make clear that I like your Rumi works and I liked your Songs of Farewell very much, especially Gifts and Sonnet II.
And the verse that I wrote was actually a reply to your Sonnet I:
I thought I had my words of Love for you,
I wanted all of them to be presented here
To sound fresh, and bright, and sweet, and new...
However, all the words had disappeared.
I promise to give my answer to your question in the end of this message, and now, please let me put some more light to the motives that led me to writing my poetic response. Please note, that I would not risk to occupy your attention if I were not sure that my further comments would help to state my point of view.
From the Sonnet I I hastily grasped a picture, which I will try to expound:
The poet found no words to
speak about what he
"universilized" inside of him.
This poet is a real Master of
words. He possessed the strength and the delicacy of his instrument, he penetrated the deepness of magic nature of
sound, he was a scholar and a practician, he descried the laws and found out the
secrets.
Words has become his playground and his World Divine. When he speaks of God he echoes God speaking of Himself.
He has long ago become a Master of
words, but now his servants refused to function and Love remained unspoken.
What happened?
Did Love abandon the poet? Was It not just a long time illusion of his? And the most terrifying: is the poet's faith real or is his faith strong enough?
One can't describe true feeling with a word,
That Love turned dull like a fictitious sword.
The picture I assumed also provoked some thoughts:
Maybe the Master turned into a hostage of his art and his instruments? He obviously thinks he is nothing without his
words.
He fears to lose something and he dares not leave his magic kingdom. But what will he lose? His perfection and his role of a messenger. Who cares about the
perfection and the
role having become consolidated in the Divine?
The poet has long ago become Message but he still thinks he is envoy.
The kingdom of words has been given to him to reveal the Divine and to make It's Presence Real.
The appeal:
O Stranger, stay aloft and be what He desires does not necessarily mean "go silent", whatsoever.
:
I'm ready to assume that my vision of the picture is quite notional and does not resemble reality.
I don't mind changing the line "Divine is silence, word is accidence".
And I invite you to propose your version of this line. Of course, if you think that the rest of the verse allows to hope it's worth your efforts.
Speaking about Jesus Christ, who certainly was not "silence"...
I think that we know much about people who spoke, and we know little or perhaps nothing about those who didn't.
Sincerely yours.
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