Short address to and Reflection on Boeta Maan
Dadda ! You were a Presence. My connection with you was an assimilation of essence from demeanour, before your graduation from Earth.
Can a Dad be captured in one poem ? No, not any father, all encoded with aspects of Divinity in Diversity.
Malaysian featured, an evolved spirit from ancient Egypt, containing Lemurian genetics, he birthed. Godly elements crafted Beingness into a joyful child, unable to memorise timetables. Maan* matured from skinny into a strong rebellious street-child.
Dadda couldn’t fathom a need to sit at a desk, unnecessarily caned by teachers, when unable to grapple with numbers. He threw a chair at a teacher, with immediate expulsion. How dare she cane a child of God…!
Boeta* Maan simply told his Matriarch that he was not returning to school. She simply replied : “OK.” This was Grade 5 : FREE from teachers, desks, uniform and cold walks to school in the rain.
Feeding cockerels, yard clean ups, tea with elders was by far a superior option. This story is one defining feature determining my connection to my father.
He simply stated what he wanted, then received. As offspring I imbibed his will, an enduring, alluring characteristic, taking him across Gaia, on four years schooling.
Dadda ! You explored the wonders of Earth, up hills, across cities, ports, under oceans rigging underwater pylons on every continent, issuing instructions to crews…life to be revelled in !
Maan’s reasoning : why come to Earth to listen to a teacher’s views, when she hadn’t been out and about ? Life had to be eaten in authenticity. This was another striking feature of our connection : through deportment to live fully, embrace daring challenges, stretch boundaries (...)
Dadda’s underbelly was as dark as his aura was bright : unruly material desires, fights, gambling, black depressions, rages, oppressive silences—
He traversed the range of human emotions from shame to guilt, escapism, recklessness through adversity to courage, selflessness, trust, eventually to peaceful illumination.
Now you rest in Revelation. Still I bask in your happiness as you fed us mangoes while we bathed, still experience your moodiness, smell your sweat as you fixed our roof. Your ineffable mannerisms live on.
We choose our fathers
as soul’s curriculum deems
exact character ~
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Note : *Maan is abbreviated form of
Abduraghmaan which means : Servant of Most Gracious. It is also the Afrikaans word for Moon. He was called Maan since his face was round & shiny. *Boeta : Afrikaans equivalent for Uncle
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