During this energetic renaissance,
People are the libraries
To unbridled, universal energy.
Concrete towers replace the ivory.
Leading up the bookcase,
Hands on mahogany.
When the hourglass flips,
So do the pages.
We feel blessed moment to moment
Throughout the ages.

The art of knitting will never be taught,
Humans are not yet ready to knit life out of their thoughts.

Patience led me here, people suffer because of their greed but i'm in no position to speak
I might be called a hypocrite yet i can not stand still

You need two constants and a variable
disclose the knowledge, the truth is inevitable.

The wind is a constant , we need its presence
The moon is a constant , we need its presence
I've been around long enough to claim your reverence

Integrate the information through me
ignorance is not a bliss, knitting preceded technology, try to be open to this.


Words Of Harfouchism

She didn't always receive what she deserved.
But she understood that not everyone was the same.
She kept her distance a lot of the time, always watchful but not always careful.


Protect yourself and your dignity at all times.
But she was the kind, to not always listen to advice in time.


She gave out honour to just everyone around her, she encountered.
But she was careless when it came to herself.


She was the type to take it all in...
Absorbed the wrong energy from the ones that surrounded her.


She read them like a book, she said to herself.
But the words they recited to her, didn't always mean the same things that she comprehended.


She kept building walls up, to defend her fragility.
But allowed the wrong ones to tear them down brick by brick.


But she still refused to avoid her beliefs, she still gave out honour even if it was the last thing she did.