Wistfulness is the state of my existence..constantly returning to the place I come from..always feeling like a soul floating on a star ceiling watching over my surroundings..blended in a distant place that doesn’t bend to the measure of time..in quiet detachment from the world true to my being..as realities shift condensing together at once..as if I already experienced reality in an incomprehensible, hypnotic stream away from my immediate present & all my five senses rendered surreal living in a constant dream..a concentrated flow to the center of my cerebrum..a view from the Rose window in the dark cathedral of my mind..where the tiny light particles in the sun beam passing through pulsate in my sight and the deep waves of silence echoing in the corners ring in my ear..where even darkness speaks dancing specs of iridescence..and colours weep intricate opaque gleams..concealed in an omnipotent and brimful beauty that passes never captured or understood..an unfathomed sacred language I can only feel..with fey farseeing eyes and a tranquil faint smile..like a scenic sophist..where everything in a word has a world and weight as real as anything else I can overwhelmingly see & touch..and everything around me becomes one with my own soul..
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
When you truly love..
You love elusively..
You love with no bound..
You love without rules..
You love freely & unconditionally..
You love against everything..
You love your beloved in their light, in their strength..
You love them in darkness, in their fragility..
You fight for their light..
You protect their soul..
Their happiness becomes your happiness..
You love them in wholeness..
You love their very existence..
You love to their last breath..
You love them beyond time..
To truly love, you open your heart..
They possess your most vital *****
To break, to do as they please..
To truly love..
You love with your life..
You love in purity..
You love with the wholeness in you..
You love in holiness..
You love in transcendence.
You become at distance from everything..
You feel a separation from the world..
You watch it from your own window view..
It is so beautiful..it is so simple..
You love in mourning..you love in death..
You become in this internal state of bleeding..
You feel it seeping through your chest..
With your life in your lungs..
The weight of the world inside you..
A magnitude in your small mass..
You feel every thousand deaths..
Your greatest grief..
Your greatest silence..
You speak less, you smile less..
You listen more..you see more..
You are humbled..
To truly love you feel an excruciating curse..
To truly love, you see God’s gift..
To truly love..
You love from the depths of your soul..
You love in eternal light..
You love in Devine..you love elusively..
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
27th. August. 2014
Once, a promise..
Stronger, kinder and wiser..
A silent seeker..
Today, a creed..
Tenacious, gracious and sagest..
A singing sophist..
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
May 1st 2017..
The sky is not blue..
It’s broken pieces of lapis lazuli..a diomand prism setting fire at the heart..it’s breaks of light..A blend of shadows..an almost seeming bright..a brimming sight of black, gold & silver linings..It’s a breaking balance of bold beautiful colours & so is life.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
Did you know?..
That your eyes..are exactly like your father’s?..
Eyes full of darkness, like a sky full of stars..
But you-only you in the world have eyes that can smile.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
Who are you?..
Where did you come from?..
You are the strangest thing I’ve ever seen.
Are you real?..
I can’t see..
I can’t reach..
In you I’m lost in total darkness..
For you are nothing but a beautiful brilliance..
A red saturated sun..
You’re the man by the sea..
I am in awe of who you are..
You confuse me..
You confound me..
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:38 PM UTC
Sāfar Ar Rūh..
A cosmic traveler..
Traveling in silence..
By the moon..
Beyond the sun..
Writings on the stars..
You will never know..
All that you know is gone..
Eden, a fall from grace..
Eve, a celestial embrace..
Reading between the lines..
Māktūb, in eternal signs..
To pages of the sky..
Holier than heaven..
Hallower than hell ..
Exalted above Al A’arāf..
An awakening, absolute..
A resolve, resolute..
A sacred verse..
A destined course..
To pensive paths..
In soulful senses..
Like seraphic kiss..
Of eternal bliss..
A place so refined..
A rose coloured mind..
A fate fine tuned..
A concealed meaning..
An omniscient feeling..
A sublime surrender..
In chaos asunder..
The skies are torn apart..
To painted red rose..
Blooming at the close..
A crimson sky in bloom..
A Rose of Devine..
Wārdatū Ar Rahmān..
A creation so fine..
Oh, Ancient of days..
In mysterious ways..
In magnificent design..
A moment, all mine.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
A body was pinned to the ground; it was the body of a young woman. In the short time she gained consciousness, all of her senses were heightened; her vision was pitch black, but she could perceive everything around her like never before, for fear was instilled in her heart fluttering like a bird trying to escape for dear life, her lungs filled up rapidly and blood coursed her veins as her body was trying to prove it is alive; in the darkness she pictured the white flash of the thundering sky, the howling wind brushing against shaking tree bushes, every rain drop that fell on her cheeks, the cold water stream seeping through her red dress, the smell of nourished grass and fresh mud under her fingernails.
Though her heart never beat as fast, it almost stopped suddenly for one thing that made her petrified more than all that obscurity; a heavy warm presence. It was so warm brushing against her body, almost super fluid and mercurial in substance, gentle and bright radiating with brilliance and grace like a crystal. It spoke to her in mellow yet strange sound she did not understand, like a singing whale.
It was almost as if time has stopped and everything happened at the same time. Though terror paralyzed her ability, her instincts widened her eye sockets, her fingers cringed when she felt something burning making its way up through her entire body to her throat. It felt like voice cords being ripped apart by someone’s invisible hand in her mouth and burning her up and making her sweat feverishly. All while her perceptions were rewinding in her mind like someone hit the back of her head bursting up questions no one can afford to think about in her state; questions that made her feel extreme anger and horrifying confusion.
“Why do I feel relieved?”
“What is it that I cannot remember?”
It was a sudden agonizing pain no human can bear, which became slower and slower as time went by. It was a slow process of something shutting down. She slowly began to feel the numbness in her finger tips to her limbs to her chest. She couldn’t sense anything anymore; not the sharp wind or the piercing pebbles beneath. Everything that surrounded her felt like white rays reflecting hints of color and her mind became empty and clear, like a white board untouched and lacking. The only thought she knew was “I am an existence.”
She opened a pair of green eyes, not that they were there or were hers. It was as if she conjured up their existence and did the same with her body. She stood on pale bare feet and long slender legs. She felt light and graceful. She opened her palm and found a red-blood rose, which thorns were piercing through her flesh, and for the first time she felt what she wanted to feel; supreme happiness as she shed a tear and thought. “I must walk.” She did not know why or how, but it was the only thing that felt normal and familiar like a far-off memory in the back of her mind blurry and barely there.
She followed it with hope unknowingly conjuring up a place; A full moon, a dark forest welcoming a storm and small water stream, which on lay a young woman in her twenties, wearing an elegant yet simple red dress. She stared at her with no expression, her brown hair flowing up and down against a large stone, her striking blue eyes wide open and her skin taking a white bluish shade. She was drenched in blood, which flowed down the stream from her chest turning the water red. Next to her lay seven fresh red roses. They were carefully arranged in orderly fashion. Every petal was still intact and every root was delicately cut.
“Eve.” she said.
She did not know who this woman was, or how she came upon her name. All she wanted was to sit beside her lifeless fragile body and hold her hand. She wanted to grieve for her, but she remembered.
“I must keep walking.” She thought.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:35 PM UTC
L’amour fluerit ici
I loved.
I loved against reason,
against wrath, against doubt, against betrayal,
against the sun, against the sky,
against the stars, against heavens,
against curse and bless.
I loved against eternity.
I loved through god, through reckoning,
through creation and rebellion.
My love..they killed my love.
Killed my love.
My love.
Your rib.
My heart in your ribs.
I was your rib.
Your heart
in my ribs.
My broken ribs.
Your broken ribs.
My soul,
my sophist soul,
my dancing soul
and bleeding feet
dance in worship;
prayers and pleas,
poems and pardons
at our grave.
At dust.
Your ashes and dust
seep through my hands,
seep through my soul
from water through my eyes,
from wounds through my skin,
from words through my lips,
from your ashes and dust;
from a grain of sand;
A cherry blossom tree..
your dreaming tree
blooming in my skin;
the amber in my bones;
the roots in my veins;
Oh my love.
My divine love.
L’amour fluerit ici;
Love blooms here.
Heaven is here.
Your soul is here;
Eternal.
Your soul eternal.
Grass is not greener on the other side;
grass is a holy tree;
an eternal tree;
a holy tree.
Oh holy,
my holy,
my holy angel,
my angel Gabriel;
stillness answers wrath,
faith answers doubt,
love answers betrayal,
and trees are eternity.
Oh holy tree;
my holy tree;
I pray to thee.
L’amour fluerit ici.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC
October 4th 2016
You know what day this is.
I was smiling quietly when you told me. I suppose I could say I feel happy & proud beyond measure, but that’s not quite all of it; more than that, in this big day, I’m fulfilled, four words that mean the world are realised & a dear promise of a lifetime on a torn page sees the light of day because of you.
Bliss.
You are my bliss.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 8:32 PM UTC