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[Revelations]

For ages you have come and gone
courting this delusion.
For ages you have run from the pain
and forfeited the ecstasy.
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

Although you appear in earthly form
Your essence is pure Consciousness.
You are the fearless guardian
of Divine Light.
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

When you lose all sense of self
the bonds of a thousand chains will vanish.
Lose yourself completely,
Return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

You descended from Adam, by the pure Word of God,
but you turned your sight
to the empty show of this world.
Alas, how can you be satisfied with so little?
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

Why are you so enchanted by this world
when a mine of gold lies within you?
Open your eyes and come ---
Return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

You were born from the rays of God's Majesty
when the stars were in their perfect place.
How long will you suffer from the blows
of a nonexistent hand?
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

You are a ruby encased in granite.
How long will you decieve Us with this outer show?
O friend, We can see the truth in your eyes!
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

After one moment with that glorious Friend
you became loving, radiant, and ecstatic.
Your eyes were sweet and full of fire.
Come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

Shams-e Tabriz, the King of the Tavern
has handed you an eternal cup,
And God in all His glory is pouring the wine.
So come! Drink!
Return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

Soul of all souls, life of all life - you are That.
Seen and unseen, moving and unmoving - you are That.
The road that leads to the City is endless;
Go without head and feet
and you'll already be there.
What else could you be? - you are That.”

― Rumi

[Horus]

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

--- Robert Frost

[Horus]

ይህን ካልሰማህ ያንን ትውልድ አታውቅም! "ሲነድ ሲቃጠል የሚስቅ እሳት ነው"

በረከተ መርገም
(ልደት አዳራሽ ተደጋግሞ የተነበበ)

[Revelations]

[sun]

For ages you have come and gone
courting this delusion.
For ages you have run from the pain
and forfeited the ecstasy.
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

Although you appear in earthly form
Your essence is pure Consciousness.
You are the fearless guardian
of Divine Light.
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

When you lose all sense of self
the bonds of a thousand chains will vanish.
Lose yourself completely,
Return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

You descended from Adam, by the pure Word of God,
but you turned your sight
to the empty show of this world.
Alas, how can you be satisfied with so little?
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

Why are you so enchanted by this world
when a mine of gold lies within you?
Open your eyes and come ---
Return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

You were born from the rays of God's Majesty
when the stars were in their perfect place.
How long will you suffer from the blows
of a nonexistent hand?
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

You are a ruby encased in granite.
How long will you decieve Us with this outer show?
O friend, We can see the truth in your eyes!
So come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

After one moment with that glorious Friend
you became loving, radiant, and ecstatic.
Your eyes were sweet and full of fire.
Come, return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

Shams-e Tabriz, the King of the Tavern
has handed you an eternal cup,
And God in all His glory is pouring the wine.
So come! Drink!
Return to the root of the root
of your own soul.

Soul of all souls, life of all life - you are That.
Seen and unseen, moving and unmoving - you are That.
The road that leads to the City is endless;
Go without head and feet
and you'll already be there.
What else could you be? - you are That.”

― Rumi

[sun]

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

--- Robert Frost

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[Horus]

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare

[Horus]

The Tiger

Tiger Tiger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,

Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tiger Tiger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

William Blake

[Revelations]

[Horus]

In physics, there are four kinds of physical times. One of them is known as the arrow of time. It is the arrow of time that gives us the notion of past, present & future. It is the arrow of time that gives us the notion of yesterday, today & tomorrow. This type of time is irreversible. That is what Gibran is talking about when he said 'to go back is impossible in existence'! We break and cook an egg. We can never be able to reconstitute that egg back into its original form of existence. The other types of time are known as the structure of time (calendar), the duration of time (age) and the causality of time (related sequence events). We can go back and forth with those kinds of time. በግጥሞቹ ላይ ልመርቅበት ብዬ ነው!

[Naga Tuma]

ይህን ካልሰማህ ያንን ትውልድ አታውቅም! "ሲነድ ሲቃጠል የሚስቅ እሳት ነው"

በረከተ መርገም
(ልደት አዳራሽ ተደጋግሞ የተነበበ)

ሆረስ፥

ይሀን ንባብ ለመጀመርያ ግዜ መስማቴ ነዉ።

ከላይ ያሉትን ሁለት ፅሁፎች ካነበብኩ በኋላ ነዉ የሰማሁት።

በጥሞና እየሰማሁት ኣንድ ጥያቄ መጣብኝ። ይህን ንባብ ሰምቶ ዌይት ኤ ምነት ያለ ተማሪ ነበር? ወይም እስቲ ሰከን ብለን በሳሉን ከጥሬዉ እናበጥረዉ ያለ ተማሪ ነበር?

የዛኔ ያኔ ነዉ። ዛሬ እላይ የተጻፉት ሁለት ፅሁፎች እና በዚህ ንባብ መሃል መሠረታዊ የሆነ ልዩነት ኣለ?

ሌላ ጥያቄ፣ ኣንድ ግዜ ጂል ያልከዉ ዘራፍ እኔ ማሞ ኣይዴለሁም ማለት ጀመረ?

[Naga Tuma]

I don’t know what this writer is talking about. However, I know that water rises out of the ocean as evaporation, moves past mountains, and falls as rain to replenish the river. This creates the hydrologic cycle.

[Naga Tuma]

ይህን ካልሰማህ ያንን ትውልድ አታውቅም! "ሲነድ ሲቃጠል የሚስቅ እሳት ነው"

በረከተ መርገም
(ልደት አዳራሽ ተደጋግሞ የተነበበ)

ሆረስ፥

ይሀን ንባብ ለመጀመርያ ግዜ መስማቴ ነዉ።

ከላይ ያሉትን ሁለት ፅሁፎች ካነበብኩ በኋላ ነዉ የሰማሁት።

በጥሞና እየሰማሁት ኣንድ ጥያቄ መጣብኝ። ይህን ንባብ ሰምቶ ዌይት ኤ ምነት ያለ ተማሪ ነበር? ወይም እስቲ ሰከን ብለን በሳሉን ከጥሬዉ እናበጥረዉ ያለ ተማሪ ነበር?

የዛኔ ያኔ ነዉ። ዛሬ እላይ የተጻፉት ሁለት ፅሁፎች እና በዚህ ንባብ መሃል መሠረታዊ የሆነ ልዩነት ኣለ?

ሌላ ጥያቄ፣ ኣንድ ግዜ ጂል ያልከዉ ዘራፍ እኔ ማሞ ኣይዴለሁም ማለት ጀመረ?

ይህን ንባብ ለመጀመርያ ግዜ በቅርቡ የሰማሁኝ ቀን "ሃፍ ኩክድ" የሚለዉ አገላለጽ በግልጽ ታወቀኝ።

መስማት ስጀምር በስሜት ቶሎ ቶሎ መዋጥ ኣማረኝ። ብዙም ሳልቆይ ሆዴን ይቆርጠኝ ጀመር። በሳሉ ከፍሉ የሚጥም። ጥሬዉ ከፍሉ የሚጠጥር።

ሂሮሺማ ላይ ለወረደዉ መቅሰፍት ኣይንስታይንን መዉቀስ።

ስለዚህ ንባብ ምንም ሳላዉቅ በፊት ነበር በቅርቡ ሀይለስላሴ ተነስቶ ለዲፕሎማሲ ሲለፋ፣ ተማሪዎች ተነስተዉ ረብሻ ተስፋፋ ያልኩኝ።

እስቲ ኣስቡት፣ ጦር ሜዳ ሄዶ ከሳማይ መርዝ ህዝቡ ላይ ሲዘንብ ኣይቶ፣ እንግሊዝ ሃገር ለስደት ተዳርጎ፣ ሊግ ኦፍ ኔሽን ሄዶ ፋሽስትን ዝም ኣትበሉ ብሎ ተማጽኖ፣ ወድያ ውዲህ ብሎ የኣፍርካ ኣንድነት ድርጅት እንዲቋቋም ለፍቶ፣ ኦክላሆማን ሲጎበኝ ዐይኖቹ ባዩት ኣይሮፕላን ዉጽጥ ከተገተረዉ ኣጼ ሀይለስላሴ በላይ የታዘበ የዘን ዘመን ተማሪ ነበረ?

ይህ ንባብ ለመሪነታቸዉ ድጋፍ ነበር ወይስ ተቃዋሚ ነበር? ተቃዋሚ የነበረ ከሆነ ከእሳችዉ በላይ የታዘበ ተማሪ ነበረ?

ገና የኮሌጅ ትምህርታቸዉን ጨርሰዉ ሳይመረቁ ለኣብዮታዊ ለዉጥ ያቀነቀኑ፣ ለሃገር ትርፉ ነዉ ወይስ ጉዳቱ ያመዝናል? መልሱን ኣላዉቅም።

ከታሪክ መማር ግን ያስፈልጋል። ተማሪዎቹ ያላቆሟት ሃገር መናጋት ላይ ደርሳ ተመልሳ ቀና ኣለች። በተኣምር ሳይሆን በኣዕምሮ ነዉ።

ከጥንት ጀምሮ የዳበረ የሃገር ባህል ተዘንግቶ ንዝህላልነት ህዝብ እና ትዉልድ መሃል ሲዘራ በኣዕምሮ መታረም ኣለበት።

ያላቋቋሟት የሃገር የትምህርት ተቋም ሞተዋል ሲሉ በኣዕምሮ መታረም አለበት።

የኢትዮጵያ ህዳሴ ሲባል የጽንሰሀሳቡን መሠረት ገና ኣንዲት ጭላንጭል ካልጨበጠዉ ስንቱ ጋር መከራከር ይቻላል?

ጥልቅ ዕዉቀት ምኞት ነዉ። ማነሱ ኣስደንጋጭ ነዉ።