THE PASSAGES OF THIS BOOK CONTAIN SOME REPRESENTATIVE WRITINGS OF THE LATE SAM WAIDYASEKERA WHO DIED AT AN EARLY AGE OF THIRTY SIX. THEY FORM A SMALL PART OF A CONSIDERABLE NUMBER OF MANUSCRIPTS, LEFT BEHIND BY SAM WAIDYASEKERA, AND HAVE BEEN EDITED AND PUBLISHED PARTLY IN MEMORY OF HIS LABORS OVER SEVERAL YEARS AND PARTLY AS THEY PROVIDE AN INSIGHT INTO HIS KEEN POWERS OF OBSERVATION AND PHILOSOPHICAL MENTALITY INTO MANY MATTERS, RANGING FROM THE APPARENTLY TRIVIAL TO ONES OF A MORE REFLECTIVE NATURE.
WRITTEN IN A CLEAR,DELIGHTFUL AND OFTEN HUMOROUS STYLE AND LANGUAGE,THEY PORTRAY THE AUTHOR'S ATTITUDE AND OBSERVATIONS ON ORDINARY AND SIMPLE FOLK HE MET IN REAL LIFE AND PLACES HE VISITED DURING HIS RAMBLINGS AND WHICH CREATED AN IMPRESSION IN HIS VIVID MIND. CAMEOS IS DIVIDED INTO THREE PARTS, THE FIRST CONTAINS PROFILES OF MANY PERSONALITIES AND CHARACTERS HE CAME ACCROSS IN ORDINARY LIFE; THE SECOND, HIS IMPRESSIONS IN VERSE AND THE THIRD PART AN ACCOUNT OF SOME PILGRIMAGES AND EXCURSIONS.
HIS WRITINGS ON MORE DEEPER MATTERS OF A SCIENTIFIC, METAPHYSICAL AND ESOTERIC CHARACTER ARE CONTAINED IN ANOTHER VOLUME ENTITLED 'ESSAYS ON SCIENCE AND THE ESOTERIC'.
ON LOVE AT A MORNING WALK
A morning stroll do I take and mix with the surge of life,
Roving bands in energetic strife,
I seek answers to this quarrel,
What is the end of life-
Perhaps the end is Love.
I wait for my beloved chaste in the glow of womanhood,
Intelligent of my need of her
And communing in the way of lovers
Murmer "Love".
I walk along the spreading sands
Finely golden sands,
Becon the outlaw doggie that seeketh its company
Rolling in its warmth,
And stroke him tenderly,
Love golden at the pale of strife
Emerging to the fore.
And on along the sands I walk,till I meet
The lad and women of the sands,
They know me and smile
"You have come again", "And why not" I ask,
I walk along with the lad walking hungrily
Glad of my company,wait beside the track
When the grandson of Beating the fisherman
Stays for a word,
Their heads I tussle in simple fondness,
Youth at the threshhold;
Leaving the friendly women of the sands behind,
I am back on the road musing-
There is love at the core.
Perhaps the answer that is both the Begining and the End.
1 comment:
This reminds me of rousseau's reveries of a solitary walker. He examines many different subjects; philosophy, politics-- all in the course of a stroll around paris. I always find it easier to write after a thoughtful walk.
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