Grief carves a part of your soul in its passing.
The gaping emptiness that fills you after its left.
Sweeps silently like wind passing through a leafless tree in the Fall.
The only difference their skin bares the truth of what they lost.
The labyrinth of a garden was to veil the corpses that it was buried on.
& it to dies with winter.
How nature teaches us to bear each loss.
But is it nature’s order to grow from despair?
Maybe I’d spent too much time picking flowers instead of watering them.

I’m going to shatter like glass into a thousand, thousand pieces;
and then I’m going to put myself back together again.
Just like I always do. Just like the phoenix and the flame

My favorite music is the tune that I hear playing off at the hospital, when a COVID 19 patient is off the ventilator!

This music is:
A song of a new dawn,
A journey to the future,
A melody of new life,
A symphony of hope, and
The rebirth of the universe!

Hussein Dekmak

Dearest October,
please be kind -
already the leaves are flame-bright,
and made fragile -
I am the same:
ready to fall to the earth
decay
and find rebirth among the twining roots

Dearest October,
please be kind -
my leaves are changing hue
and grown fragile
in the season of change,
ready to feed the hungry ground -
fodder for the spring rot

Dearest October,
please be kind -
my leaves are tearing away,
plucked and pulled by each ardent breeze,
My roots grow deep,
bracing for the winter
and the dark night of rest

Suffering is but love put so beautiful
From the vibrant shades of the astral plane
I open up to my window
To see my shadow so dark and gloomy
As I sing my celestial song
I reflect upon a point
Where I can't quite grasp the melody
Out of touch and not in harmony with Yours Truly
If a tear could mirror my struggles
Put out before my vision
And I can conceptualize
A better time to come in this very moment
Then I must not deny myself
The reality of One
Which habitualizes itself in this continuum
A string of everlastness which forms a net
And all that interconnects
From a source that's omnipotent in Its glory
O Mother,
As my Father works in mysterious ways
And the Law 'IS' which shall not move place
I extend from Your Womb
And excite in Your Grace
As You delight,
In the Eye of my play

They started when I was
Four years of age
And that was when I realized my soul
The very essence of my mind
Had a passport
As well
My spirit age 4000
My mortal age
31

When your light shines pure. You will not be born, you will not die.

Ascension

The sun will rise
And in the darkest parts of my mind
They have no control at all
I’ve risen from the ashes, reborn
This misery has no say
Hatred has died from all of this hunger
I’ve made peace with these demons
Rising with the sun
I am claiming my throne
I am a new being
This is my ascension