There are certain feelings in my heart that I won’t try to explain which if I were to tell you about them you’d probably complain. The well-springs of our heart run deep and determine how we live meaning: if we don’t allow them to flow naturally hold us captive. _______
From 'The Quatrains' ongoing writings since the early 90's.
Did you read this in the 1st or 2nd person? Ha. Whether the dialogue is with yourself or a friend, ownership can be hard, and judging can be too easy... Meditation is great. And a good couch sometimes even better!
My head asks what is the matter My heart does not know the trouble The sun shines more brilliant The clouds draw imagine of beautiful pattern
The butterflies fly in the two rows Dancing a smart dance as the great dancers The leaves salute the winds with great tending
The winds pass so light and so guide My mind asks and the world responds The love appears and the peace governs The world bows even the hate increases
The killing draw an optimistic imagines it greets these were killed and accuses these killings Even the most powerful supports Even the world tries to close his eyes The freedom opens its arms For long hugs for these downers For who wants to get their land free and peace
Even they expose to dead or gets injures Their blood will the sign for the world letting them down They will complain to the God for this unbalance The justice is crippled, the justice will lead to the death
the world watches the killing of Palestinian and says no word.