Sunday, January 29, 2006

The Love of the Sun

Love: 1Corinthians 13 from the Bible

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.
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Should I close my eyes and dream? Should I watch the clouds and imagine? I am in love with Love Itself. I wish I could visit your horizon you lonely plant. You, lost moon. Floating. You, Amazing comet drifting away in the space of dreams and loneliness. How I wish could shine on you, bring warmth to your land and life to your ground. Send my rays down your caves, melt your ice poles into oceans, seas, rivers and clouds. Bring rains to your deserts and dew to your wilderness. Send a cool breeze to your trees and heat to your stones. Shall I cause volcanoes to rise and earthquakes to shake your very existence and wake you up from your long lonely sleep. Should I take away your foundations and cause you to lean and dance..

But, your orbit is not in my sight. Your ways are incomprehensible. Your language is so strange to my ears as you speak like the drunk who laughs and crys and never knows why, never knows his own heart. Light years from now I wont be there for you. The warmth of my rays will not be there anymore, my light wont shine no more, and my orbit will not be seen to you anymore. Then I will be sought but never found. Followed but never reached. My journey has begun and will go on. One morning I will shine again on some shore, but I am sure its not going to be the one I have chosen.

In Love I will create and destroy, Cry and enjoy, live and die. I don't deny who I am or what I can do. I wont play lowly and say "maybe". I am a sun. Boiling with Fire and exploding with flames, Restless and wild. Untamed and uncontrollable. Though dangerous to get close to, impossible to live without. Whoever gets caught up in my orbit will never leave. A center and a source. Giving and fulfilling. And most of all .. Loving.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Deceit

Deceit! You ugly foe. Deceit you cowardly enemy. Why cant you fight like a man and show your weapons? Why don't you face me like a predator? But you prefer the shadows and u live setting traps. Your ways are with no honor. Your victories are with no glory. Deceit, Your name sounds like a serpent's hiss. You couldn't face because you are without one. This time you got me. Next time you wont.

Stun Turn

Blank, Mind is Blank. Body doesn't feel. Heart so silent. Just blank. Life takes the other turn. That turn that I didn't want. That turn I didn't choose and would never have ever chosen. Can't drop the jewel out of the hand of a treasurer, the pear out of the hand of the diver and a gun out of the hand of a guard but can take my love out of my arms. Take a battery out of the Energizer bunny. Fuel out of a sports car. Spirit out of man. Life out of earth. Why that turn. Life tell me why did you take that other turn? Do you have a reason? A cause? Can you tell me why? Was it my heart or was it my eye that tricked me? Or were it their deceitful alliance to betray me? Life hear me and know it well. Shall run no more. Shall blame no one else anymore. Shall hate no more. Neither curse nor swear nor scream nor cry nor burn nor twist nor turn, The heart of the true. And life that's definitely not you.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

Cairo 1978, cold February night

Tell me about her, tell me does she walk on earth like we do? Or does she fly like a butterfly? Does she dance sing and speak? Or does she hide in the shadows? Have you seen her before? Or just heard about her? Like me, she ran away on my wedding day. Left with no clue.and no why. A wedding with no bride. A world with no light. Left without a reason. She was appointed to be mine and I hers. She waited for me along time and just at the appointed season her patience was gone and her waiting was over. The train we were supposed to ride together left away with her and left me in the station of num. Left me with the smoke and cold all around. My suitcase and umbrella would I survive in the wilderness. A desert without shade. Endless sands of time that drop from above fills this desert where you left me. My skin has turned red burnt to brown and left to blacken by time. Winds have no mercy tearing my clothes as it blows away my own existence away. Even my dreams of the kisses of rain have faded away. Left me with the solidness of the hard rock I stand upon. Rocks that turn to coal with the sun and to ice at night. How I long for your face, it is so beautiful. That a tear falls off my eye and thought it dries up because of the heat that's in my heart and though my letters never reach you I still try anyway. In that sea of sand I have thrown a lot of bottles with all my messages to you, and still they are on their way. In all I wrote the same message to you:

"Life come back, I am waiting for you where we were supposed to meet since our appointed time, since the hour I was conceived. And still I am waiting and I hope death doesn't get me before you do."

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Questions of the heart

What is life without love? What is a heartbeat without love? What is meaning and reason without love? What is purpose, destiny and fate without Love? Does existence make sense without love? Does sunshine differ from the rain without love? Can you tell the difference between a smile and a frown? A hug from a wrestle a kiss from a bite a pat on the back from a slap on the face, Without love? What is a song? A poem? A painting? What are colors and tunes? What is warmth and compassion without love? Why would we gather or meet? Why would our lives cross? Without love? Who are we without love? Would we Be without it? Feel without it? Can we ever survive on this planet without Love? Without Love would history remember us? Would it be sane to believe and trust? Without love would there be Words?! Without love would we even want to talk, sing or dance?! Without love would there be children? Would there be a future?! Would there be hope and light? Without Love would there be anything good?

Love makes me heal, feel, plants strength within, makes me take in all the thorns, drink the cups of bitter wines, makes me perform my part. Resurrects me even when I die. I wouldn't have been here without love. Without You Love Without You where would I have been? Its You who made me out of You Love out of You I came to be to breathe and feel for without You I was nothing and my existence was of no reason. You Love have been all around everywhere, I haven't seen You this way before! But the Curtains have fallen from before my eyes and I can see You for who You are Love.

You saw me stumble in the darkness, for darkness wanted to swallow truth in favor of deeper darkness in a selfish desire to maintain itself. But You Love are the truth and Your light will shine! Because nothing would have existed without Love. In Love is all existence. I in You, Love and Yes! You found me stumbling and lost in the darkness of my blindness. Just like the sunrise, slowly the dark black sky turns blue then white. I never knew You before, heard about you a lot. But now I can see You. With my heart I feel You and my mind knows You. For You are more beautiful than all my eyes has ever seen. More wonderful than anything I ever heard. You, Love. You God.

Monday, January 16, 2006

A Bientot

A ship in a storm, where the blue sky turned black and the clouds are like lead.waves are like rolling rocks and winds are flying knives. A beam of light appears from far away on the horizon then disappears in a second. Like hope that comes to you with a promise the goes away with disappointment. Reasons seem to be of no logic and meaning seem to be of no comprehension. All I want is just to hold you hand, to pull you into that cave in me where you belong. But as the fading light disappeared, so did you. I have learnt not to blame anybody. but the ship has to move on and on. I hope I can see you again someday, oneday when the sky turns blue again. A Bientot.

Saturday, January 7, 2006

Cube Darkness

Bored as hell. Life to me is nothing but a wasted time. Hold your oar and start rowing in this storm and u will know how I feel. Who r u anyway? All I write is all for myself. No one knows nor feels me. Its a cube of Darkness I am cornered in it somewhere. A hatchless cube with razor sharp edges heading inwards tearing my very lonely existence. Darkness is the ambiance that moves my life. Pointlessness is the theme. Meaninglessness is just a simple description of it. I don't believe that what was lost can ever be found & I have lost alot..
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