I want to excise myself from this life with its dictatorship of illnesses

Accidents, incidents, tragedies, and progress.

Its democracy of happiness, be it love, be it money, be it health

Be it shopping

But no freedom at all, alas, never freedom, unless one thinks

Does birth ensure a long, internal or external, or both, successful life?

No.

Nobody has ever been asked to be brought into this life.

If I had to represent the past, present, and future in geographical terms, this is what I would say:

The past is like an ocean: deep in some places, where worlds of wonder, shipwrecks, and sea monsters hide; shallow in others, full of colourful coral reefs where we can swim safely and see the bottom.

You say, I want to reach God

So you pray

Still you don’t reach God.

So you try to be a good person

Still you don’t reach God

Because God is never elsewhere

God is in you

God is around you.

I did not know who I was or where I was

Everything was dark around me, but I felt warm and well-fed

Then something happened

I had the urge to breathe and sought an exit to my world

And lo and behold, I was in a nest,

“You are a bird.” My mother told me.

“What kind of bird am I?

Say that your reality is a cage, and time is a lion, and you are locked inside the cage with the lion, which is always hungry. What can you do?

Hint: Every answer is a valid answer. Be creative. Keep the lion puzzled.

All I ask from life is to wake up tomorrow, have the strength to get out of bed, go outside, watch the sun rise, feel the sun’s rays fill my heart with contentment, then come back inside and have my breakfast.

Listen, my love, listen not with your ears

But with your heart.

Listen to my silence.

Silence is the fountain where God drinks.

Instead

Words are toys the Devil plays with

Bombs and missiles kill people.

Indifference buries them.

Silence erases their graves.

Statistics save their souls as measurable data

What had they all become?

I think I am a human being.

I know who I am; therefore, I exist.

I know that, like me, other human beings exist.

Therefore, we exist because we know.

Have you noticed that all living creatures on Earth follow the same cycles?

Yes. We are all the same, from microscopic life to whales and elephants, and humans, of course, including plants, trees, everything.

Every living creature on Earth has a beginning and an end.

Yeah, I know we all take this for granted, but think of it for a moment.

Isn't it an extraordinary quality of our planet?

Say that you are looking at an old photography

And you are in it

A younger you, a much younger you

Among other people in that frame.

Looking at that old photography then

Is like opening a door

Like colourful dry leaves

Flowing in the wind

The banners

Flow over the shrubbery

The Word of Salvation

Leads the conquerors’ march.

The sun sparkles on the polished iron

Of their war costumes.

Life is not what you dream

What you think

What you learn.

Life is what you do or make with what you dream.

Life is the negative or positive portion of good luck or “divine intervention” you receive when you act upon your dreams.

I took a long, hot shower,

And felt good; felt reborn.

A veil of mist covered the mirror.
I slashed the veil, and from it surged my other self.

His eyes locked with mine.

Seconds passed as we stared at each other.

Tired of my solitude, like a dog on a leash

I went out for an evening walk

My solitude was the leash.

Under the streetlights’ glow

Another I, as a shadow

Walked alongside on the pavement.

In a visible corner of your mind

With open doors, yet undiscovered

Sits a quiet library.

Humanity’s collective learning

To live in the shadow of a dream

Is a defeat of the spirit

An earlier fall into the grave

·       “It might be true that your dreams may never come to fruition.

·       But then, if it is so, you must never live below what you dream.”

In human society, instead, it often does not seem to happen that way. Why? Like a pendulum from a cosmic clock, our human condition swings indifferently from life to death.

I can say that just as nature sets its boundaries, so humans do.

However, crossing nature’s boundaries powerfully creates life.