It shall cross the river

The lion who had emerged from the desert and
had toppled the Roman Empire is
As I am told by the angels,
about to get up again

You the dwellers of the West, should know that
the world of God is not a shop
Your imagined pure gold
is about to lose its standard value

Your civilization will commit suicide
with its own daggers.
A nest built on a frail bough
cannot be durable.

The caravan of feeble ants
will take the rose petal for a boat
And inspite of all blasts of waves,
it shall cross the river.

~Iqbal

Broken People

"...I felt sad, because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something that nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened."

-Dana-Christene Umanet

Do Not Be Anxious

25 “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27 And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? [7] 28 And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, 29 yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31 Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. 33 But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.

34 “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

Is there any hope left ?

is there an escape from selfishness?

can exhaling and inhaling be forgettable.

can happiness be as sweet as an everlasting moment , an infinity in the now.

or can doors open into dreamy oblivion.

yearning towards an exit , any exit.

There is only birth and destruction , there are no exits , non at all.

or could it be my last illusion ? that there is NO EXIT.

Tired , I lay down into my chores. never dreaming , never hoping , never being more than I am.

Is there any hope left ?

What if.....

what if all is , whether it is or not ?

what if we jump into the sky ? who decides , or who doesn't decide ? or can one jump sideways into inner lines of thin points.

why do cups fill with sandy light on a sweaty fence ? what if it dies ? do they weep ? those lips that lick dew from the moons eyes...

Anyway , what if "if" does not imply "if" anymore ..... what if all words are lost , or they are already lost , are they lost?

a million crickets quacked (they did!) on the hill tomorrow , but happiness did not touch them , those wide-eyed creatures of ducky disposition.

and on a side note , fermat wrote his last theorem.

take care , you cute swindly bipedals you.....

A Hollow Note

Days full of wanting.
Let them go by without
worrying that they do.
Stay where you are inside
such a pure, hollow note.

~Rumi

Symphony of Sorrowful Songs

Listening to georoki's "symphony of sorrowful songs" , while life is drifting away ...drifting slowly and subtly , drifting as a gentle stream on a breezy afternoon.

Drifting while hoping not to encounter any torrents , any gushing columns of force , so as not to be broken before slipping into the dark chasm of eternal rest in this bottomless ocean.

And Death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead mean naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Through they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

~Dylan


I've always adored this poem.

Hello Universe !

After the pain of birth , shrieks of the newborn fill the heart with sorrow....