Revering the beads
As we whisper, counting
Sacred names, the greatest of words
Immersed in each rotation
(Or dreaming through it)
We forget that real power
Lies in the thread
That holds the beads together
Allows them to flow over our fingers
Just a fragile thread
Finite, a circle of infiniteness
Respect, Sonya (bowing)! Superb point made through simple words. In today’s times, people rarely look or think beyond the superficial. Love your thought and its implications. Kudos!
I graciously accept your respect, though bowing is not necessary. Thank you so much. We have become entangled in the superficial haven’t we?
😀 yes, we certainly have
Incredible!
I started blogging this month, and it is a pleasure that I came across your blog.
It has inspired me to start my third article.
Thank you:)
I am so pleased to read that you feel inspired. Thank you for your encouragement and I wish you much gratification in your blogging experience.
You’re absolutely correct, that thread is what holds the beads together. We must be gentle with it, each morning I pray that it doesn’t break, or else it’s a job to replace it and string the beads together, you are brilliant, Sonya for thinking about the the thread! :)
Wow, thank you so much Ranu.
Your infinite thoughts are beautifully expressed through your deep poetry Sonya. Bless!
I appreciate and send double fold blessings to you :)
Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this. I like it a lot.
It poetically brings to mind how humanity is one single rosary. Or we should be. Or..we have the potential to be. We are all beads, manifestations of sacred names. As you highlight, though, it’s the thread that ties us together which is the secret.
Our path is nothing but service to humanity.
It is not found in the rosary, the prayer carpet, and the dervish robe.
All good wishes,
robert
Beautifully said Robert, thanks.
Just brilliant, no more words.
Thank you! No more words necessary.