<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464628" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Suspended Mountain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He who makes understands the scheme well, <br>The working riddles and amazing mysteries, <br>But the observers become stunned, tongue-tied, <br>On finding all rules of wisdom suspended.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wanderlust led me to the ground of wonder, <br>Where placed I was a slight afar, <br>Out of the simple scattered houses, <br>Built on the uneven hard land of pebbles.<br>A huge mountain suspended in the air, <br>Above those silent serene dwellings, <br>Perplexed me and my sense of logic.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bulky phenomenon stood above, <br>Unpropped or without supporting pillars, <br>In the space not more than miles two; <br>Seemed all shining, dignified dark grey, <br>Composed of a single rising rock.<br>The ceiling plain, the front glimmering rough, <br>Glistened, reflected dim light to the west; <br>With no vegetation, trees and swaying tufts.<br>Elegant peaks rose higher than Himalayan’s, <br>Invincible, too precipitous to be climbed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strolled I and roved about the town, <br>Fearing lest the lurking object should fall.<br>On the way I found a few men in the street, <br>Declined I the offer unknowingly of the two, <br>Then turned aside and found an old sage, <br>Mild, gentle with bearings of a saint, <br>Distributing the passes to each passerby, <br>Bestowed he me one on which, “Muhammad”, <br>The most sacred name was inscribed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Note: This poem is purely based on a spiritual experience, and nothing else. In my life I passed though a certain period (from 1992 to 1998) when I often felt a sort of titillating sensation and something dispatching from my physical body and flying with all sensations and consciousness, into the distant corners of the universe, beyond imagination where I observed other worlds much vaster than ours, saw spirits of the diseased men and women, often I had a chat with them, revealing mysteries. My poem is a narration of the same experience and it is not merely a vain imagining; I have evaded myself from exaggeration; I put my case to the psychiatrists, and spiritualists for comments and criticism, the poem also contains a substance for the cosmologists.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muhammad+Shanazar">Muhammad Shanazar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464628" data-title="The Suspended Mountain de Muhammad Shanazar" data-description="He who makes understands the scheme well, The working riddles and amazing mysteries, But the observers become stunned, tongue-tied, On finding all rules of wisdom suspended. Wanderlust led me to the ground of wonder, Where placed I was a slig..."></div> </div> </div>

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