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Mar 2015
Can you see?
Human, can you see?
You are the most special being in all existence,
Yet you act like you're nothing at all,
And you walk around like nothing else matters.

Can't you see?
Human, can't you see?
All the laws you're fighting against,
Are the keys to all the doors you seek to unlock.

Come,
I'll show you,
The maps to the cosmos,
That belongs inside of you.

Can you see?
Human, can you see?
How the birds fly to the south,
Against the wind,
Against all odds,
Obeying the laws,
Tirelessly keeping their spirit alive.

Then why do you complain about how hard life is,
Why do you complain about how unfortunate you are,
Why do you take the struggle as punishment?

Can't you see?
Human, can't you see?
The trees and plants,
Who witness the quartet of seasons,
Accepting whatever tune comes on their way,
Spinning tirelessly,
Spinning through life and death,
Spinning like the universe.

Then how can you use your brain and mouth to complain?
Why would you allow your assets to commit to such waste?
Speak not!
Unless you seek to add value to the ocean around your soul.

Can you see?
Human, can you see?
The mountain whose hem stretches into land and sea,
Offering you strange and exciting lands,
Offering you knowledge and experience,
It remains nailed to its purpose.

Then how can you go astray from yours?
How can you allow the wind and sea to throw you about like a pebble,
When you are a mountain.
Allow the wind and sea to carry grains of you,
But don't forget where you came from.
Don't forget your identity,
So even your grains don't.
No matter where they are carried,
No matter how far they are carried.

Can't you see,
Human, can't you see?
The fish in the sea,
the fish in the rivers,
who swim against the unforgiving currents,
never giving in to fatigue,
always focusing on their destination.
They refuse to complain,
because complain doesn't exist.

O human,
remember,
it is only in the strongest and hardest currents,
where the strongest and hardest muscles are developed.
Don't forget your essence,
don't forget your spirit,
because that is the mountain within you.
Sibtain Ahsan Fattah
Written by
Sibtain Ahsan Fattah  London
(London)   
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