Winter lass shows off,
Her icicle diamonds;
Cold fingers tickle

serein touches my fingertips
so sour, but so sweet

Stop thinking small.
Within yourself dwells all the secrets of the universe.
Transforming the world is at the very finger tips of your creativity.

Stop thinking small.
Within your heart lies the road map to love.
You hold a sacred mission, a mission of awakening one soul at a time.

Stop thinking small.
The eyes of the suffering people are gazing
In your direction, longing for a glimpse of hope.

Stop thinking small.
Do you want to be remembered as just another number?
Let your testament ring as an icon of inspiration, a catalyst for change.

Stop thinking small.
Rise up, live up to your potential, and
Start conducting the orchestra of the universe.

Hussein Dekmak

Tender fingers caress,
Ethereal wings sprout on;
Psychedelic flight!

Fingers dance around
strings as if trained at Bolshoi
dance academy

Bring me my palette board.
Bring me my paintbrush.
Look wide open, ask me not
if it’s full or a half glass.
The sea is babbling high,
The clouds swimming on the go.
Reach out to the sky!

Be quick, before a raindrop
spills off the rainbow bowl,
stirs the dew on the rosebud
at first sight of the
spring blooming fast.

So what if the sky won't
lend a blue patch away,
catch that close by,
slips through the fingers:
a pair of butterflies.
Does it matter if you say yes or no?
A piece of heaven is on earth!

.           Oh
.           middle
.           finger
How    I do        need
thy      simple    gest
to         handle   the
***       holes      who
oft       cross       the
rue      of my     day