Against layers of western pop and soulful jazz,
I find myself yearning for the sound
of traditional music
These ears know well
the tune that reminds them of home.

My blood dances
to the thumping of the tabla,
the melodious clash of castanets
and plucking of strings on leathered guitars.

Traditional music is the voice
of my silenced ancestors;
and the treasure that is the legacy
they have left behind for us.

Each night I will remind myself
of the beauty of Algeria
and the sound that vibrates its fertile soil
and resonates in my heart.

Reaching out to hold the hands
of those who came before me;
we stand united by the melody
of our anthem.

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I look and I see someone ~ not me ~ not what was ~ not what is ~ The eyes cry, the thoughts coalesce into a dragon's scream ~
The fires of my pain can only burn my saviour or anger the warrior
Here in lies the dichotomy of this deep yearning to express what mournfully becomes the opposite of what we show~


I need you ~ I fear your presence

I want for more ~ I will destroy your offerings

I seek the truth ~ I will blind my sight

Where the rising tides succumb to its depths, and the sun will rise to break its day, so must the eternal spirit find peace within the finite body.

The body must align with the spirit's nature, for only then will the Vision become clear and the Sight behold Truth ~
There is only one Truth, one Awareness,
and one Primordial.

If I do not drift with the ethers, I will stand on brittle grounds~ My actions will hide my true intentions
My eyes will see falsehoods ~ my mind, only deception.

The spirit journey changes the being of my body, as it must~
With the endless strain of my labours, my body cradles the spirit as it roams So in my Faith, my sacred ground of sacrifice ~
I dance amongst the fires I once wept.
For it is here I pray that I may become one, united as body and soul, synchronized and anointed…forever in harmony ~ Everlong.