Sting: Desert Rose

via Daily Prompt: Sting

This is pretty cool that this is the topic today. I was planning on writing about interpretations today.

I find it very interesting how much wasted thought goes into misinterpretations and not only wasted thought but wasted time and effort as well.

Okay so here is the back end- we as individuals are mostly significantly different from each other- this is reflected by the way we perceive/interpret the same exact situation. Our perception stems from our own personal experiences/wisdom.  But remember now each of us are significantly different based on our own experiences which includes nature and nurture.

So here’s where the wasted time comes in okay- So lets take this very common example:

We call a friend and they are oddly cold and short. We hang up and the first wasted thought is – Are they upset with me? Have I done something etc. etc. Now meanwhile it has/had absolutely nothing to do with us. Where did that thought come from though?

Is it because we know that if we were that way on the phone  it could only mean that?

Hmm… see the thing is we will never really know-

So like one of my favorite #sting songs here Desert Rose- We will for the most part interpret it based on our most current situations and past experiences, our general wisdom- (that’s why love songs makes sense only when we too are in love ? ) Unless off-course we hear it from the writer himself exactly what they meant, we will never really know.

Be careful not to waste your important time, giving too much thought and grievance, trying to figure people or things out. We can never think/act like another person, we can only truly know our selves. All we can do is have good thoughts, actions and deeds.

[Intro: Cheb Mami]
Hathe mada tawila
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti
Wa ana nahos ana wahala ghzalti

[Verse 1: Sting]
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man’s desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise

This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams

This fire burns
I realize that nothing’s as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

[Cheb Mami]
Aman aman aman
Omry feek antia
Ma ghair antia
Ma ghair antia

[Verse 2: Sting]
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Image: http://the9thwayofview.blogspot.com/2012_09_01_archive.html

With Warm Regards & Island Love

Vanita

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