Abrha’s Birthday – What is our gift to the world?

At d’Verse Poetics, today is not only Poetics day, it is Abhra’s birthday! Happy Birthday!!!! He has gifted us with an incredible poem by Tagore and as the Poetics Prompt, asks us to write about, what we would give to the world as our gift. Come visit to read Abhra’s post and to read the poems linked. What would your gift to the world be?

The Last Thing Left Behind
World looked at the battered box with a carefully blank expression. “Very nice? Thank you, I think?” And indeed, I regifted World a previously given gift. The box was full of nicks, stained by tears and blood, rusted hinges, covered with dust and grime. I said to World, “this was given to you long ago but I think you have forgotten it. All the other items in the box are gone, only one item was left behind. Open the box World, open and remember.”

World shook the box. Something inside rattled from side to side. Content that it would not explode, World opened the box. At the bottom was a stone. As World brought the stone out of the box, it began to glow and pulsate. A fragrance like the breath of the sea, the incense of pines, the prayerful aroma of all the flowers in the world, the sweet sniff of the smell of a newborn baby’s soft little neck. World breathed it in and began to smile. Shoulders bent with care, bruises from wars, tears from sorrow – they all began to disappear, to heal. “What is this gift? Tell me, what is this gift that has the colors of sunrise and rainbows, the light of ten thousand stars in the darkness of night? Please, tell me.”

“Hope. Simply, Hope. Years ago when the box was opened, horrible things entered the world. But as all the evil left the box and entered the world, this one thing remained and will never leave – Hope. Never forget. Open this box often and enjoy this gift. Open the box everyday. Share the gift. It grows greater the more you share it.” World smiled and cradled the beautiful stone in her hands. She took the stone and placed it in my hand. “The sharing begins.”

cold night of winter-
stars break the darkness into
bits of light so all can share.

Pandora - detail from Greek urn - public domain

Pandora – detail from Greek urn – public domain

30 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Pleasant Street
    Oct 06, 2015 @ 16:26:49

    Ah yes, hope! That is the thing…
    Yes this is sentimental but you know it made me smile, picturing the world shaking the box. 🙂 I love this.


  2. Glenn Buttkus
    Oct 06, 2015 @ 16:32:58

    I knew this prompt would stir your muses & brighten your bones, & what emerged was wonderful, a dialogue metaphor that pitches hope, not as a idealistic pipe dream being strangled by the dystopian hordes running rampant, no, it resides in a magical stone carried in a tattered well-used discarded box. thanks, I needed this gift today as I gather energy to leap inertia & surmount problems. Hope rules; pass it on.


  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Oct 06, 2015 @ 16:38:34

    I love it, I have always thought that there might be a connection between fables and haibun. To tell a wisdom in a tale. I think it’s really that smell that is the most important 😉 a wonderful lesson to share things that grow the more you share..


    • kanzensakura
      Oct 06, 2015 @ 16:41:46

      Thank you! I am blushing. But you are right….sharing such a thing makes it greater.


    • kanzensakura
      Oct 06, 2015 @ 16:47:08

      I was one of those odd people – I took eight years of latin and greek and the mythology. When in middle and high school, I was the state’s mythology champion for five of those eight years. I love the myths and epics. when I first read bout haibun and read them, my brain sat up and say, Zowie!!! I think I see a connection between the two old writing forms! I’ve done a couple of haibun like this but this was a special one for this occasion. maybe mythology as a prompt??


  4. Suzanne
    Oct 06, 2015 @ 17:24:57

    Ah – you are so absolutely right. Hope is the greatest gift of all. What a terrific prompt – it’s really got me thinking. I’m going to have to write something on this 🙂


    • kanzensakura
      Oct 06, 2015 @ 17:31:42

      I hope you do. In spite of being a manic depressive, I tend towards hopeful and optimistic. I’m sure some readers think I am clueless and maybe naïve, but that’s okay. I’m actually the battered box holding the stone.


  5. Grace
    Oct 06, 2015 @ 20:35:59

    What a lovely message of hope and love Toni ~ We must open this box everyday and believe in it ~ Let’s share the light ~


  6. lynn__
    Oct 07, 2015 @ 00:11:35

    Faith, hope and love are surely the greatest gifts, Toni… wonder-full image of tattered box and pulsing stone!


  7. justjoyfulness
    Oct 07, 2015 @ 05:28:38

    Beautiful haibun. And such a lovely message woven into a wonderful message.


  8. Bodhirose
    Oct 07, 2015 @ 12:08:35

    Nothing’s better than the smell of a newborn’s sweet little neck. What a fabulous story…may hope reign for ever and always!


  9. Abhra
    Oct 07, 2015 @ 15:51:27

    “as all the evil left the box and entered the world, this one thing remained and will never leave – Hope. Never forget. Open this box often and enjoy this gift. Open the box everyday. Share the gift. “Truly inspiring piece …thank you 🙂


  10. Abhra
    Oct 07, 2015 @ 15:51:48

    By the way you got my name wrong 😦


  11. Sarah
    Oct 11, 2015 @ 07:35:22

    Absolutely beautiful. 🙂
    (And a strange coincidence that I should read this straight after I discovered Tagore for the first time by another route.)


  12. macjam47
    Oct 13, 2015 @ 09:51:31

    Beautiful! What a wonderful gift – hope.


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