Wednesday, 30 December 2009
THE COMINGS AND GOINGS
I AM HERE NOW
BUT THIS IS NOT ALL
I AM THERE NOW
BUT THIS IS NOT ALL EITHER
FOR I AM THERE NOW BUT OLDER
AND I AM THERE NOW BUT YOUNGER
THERE IS NO PAST TENSE
TO SAY THAT I WAS
AND THERE IS NO FUTURE TENSE
TO SAY THAT I WILL
I AM FOR EVER MOMENT SINCE
AND LIKE WISE
I AM FOR EVER MOMENT HENCE
THE ME BEFORE STILL IS
AND THE ME TO BE THERE IS
FOR I LIVED YESTERDAY
AND I LIVE NOW
THEN WHY CAN'T I YOU SEE
THAT I KIVE IN THE MORROW
IN THE NOW
SOMEWHERE AND SOMEHOW
EACH MOMENT THAT I HAVE EXPIRED
AND EACH MOMENT THAT
IS TO BE EXPIRED
EXISTS AND DOES SO
ETERNALLY INTERNALLY
EXTERNALLY INFINITELY
THESE ARE THE SO CALLED
PARALLEL WORLDS
AND SO FROM THE NOW
OF THE NOW
TO THE NOW OF THE THEN
TO THE KNOW OF THE THE
THERE IS A LINK
WE ARE CONNECTED
AKIN TO A DOMINO PIECE
I CAN FALL BACKWARDS
AND COLLAPSE
ALL THAT IS BEHIND
OR I CAN FALL FORWARD
AND COLLAPSE THAT IS AHEAD
OR
AKIN TO A RAY OF LIGHT
FROM THE NOW OF NOWS
ILLUMINATING THE BYGONERS
WHEN IN RELECTION AND
ILLUMINATING THE BE-COMERS
WHEN IN PROJECTION
EACH BEAT OF HEART
IS ALIVE AND WELL
EACH BEAT OF HEART TO BE
IS ALIVE AND WELL
THE BEFORE HAS ONLY GONE
THE NEXT IS ONLY TO COME
THEY COME AND THEY GO
THEY GO AND THEY COME
THEY ARRIVE AND THEY DEPART
BUT THIS ISN'T
SIMPLY A SITUATION OF
COMINGS AND GOINGS
WHEN OBSERVED ARIGHT
GOING ISN'T OTHER COMING
WRITTEN IN 2007 IN OCTOBER THE 28TH
ON FLIGHT FROM LONDON TO DOHA
FLYING OVER TURKEY 02:09:31 AM HOUS
THE LAND OF YOUNIS EMRE AND MEVLANA RUMI
INSPIRED BY TWO LINES OF MAHMUD SHABISTARI IN HIS WORK 'GARDEN PF MYSTERY'
"yet this isn't a situation of coming and goings. when observed aright going isn't other than coming"
JUST IMAGINE THAT EACH BEAT OF THE HEART THAT HAS BEEN AND THAT IS TO BE AND IS NOW IS ALWAYS TO BE ALIVE AND WELL IN EXISTENCE...IMAGINE THAT...
BUT THIS IS NOT ALL
I AM THERE NOW
BUT THIS IS NOT ALL EITHER
FOR I AM THERE NOW BUT OLDER
AND I AM THERE NOW BUT YOUNGER
THERE IS NO PAST TENSE
TO SAY THAT I WAS
AND THERE IS NO FUTURE TENSE
TO SAY THAT I WILL
I AM FOR EVER MOMENT SINCE
AND LIKE WISE
I AM FOR EVER MOMENT HENCE
THE ME BEFORE STILL IS
AND THE ME TO BE THERE IS
FOR I LIVED YESTERDAY
AND I LIVE NOW
THEN WHY CAN'T I YOU SEE
THAT I KIVE IN THE MORROW
IN THE NOW
SOMEWHERE AND SOMEHOW
EACH MOMENT THAT I HAVE EXPIRED
AND EACH MOMENT THAT
IS TO BE EXPIRED
EXISTS AND DOES SO
ETERNALLY INTERNALLY
EXTERNALLY INFINITELY
THESE ARE THE SO CALLED
PARALLEL WORLDS
AND SO FROM THE NOW
OF THE NOW
TO THE NOW OF THE THEN
TO THE KNOW OF THE THE
THERE IS A LINK
WE ARE CONNECTED
AKIN TO A DOMINO PIECE
I CAN FALL BACKWARDS
AND COLLAPSE
ALL THAT IS BEHIND
OR I CAN FALL FORWARD
AND COLLAPSE THAT IS AHEAD
OR
AKIN TO A RAY OF LIGHT
FROM THE NOW OF NOWS
ILLUMINATING THE BYGONERS
WHEN IN RELECTION AND
ILLUMINATING THE BE-COMERS
WHEN IN PROJECTION
EACH BEAT OF HEART
IS ALIVE AND WELL
EACH BEAT OF HEART TO BE
IS ALIVE AND WELL
THE BEFORE HAS ONLY GONE
THE NEXT IS ONLY TO COME
THEY COME AND THEY GO
THEY GO AND THEY COME
THEY ARRIVE AND THEY DEPART
BUT THIS ISN'T
SIMPLY A SITUATION OF
COMINGS AND GOINGS
WHEN OBSERVED ARIGHT
GOING ISN'T OTHER COMING
WRITTEN IN 2007 IN OCTOBER THE 28TH
ON FLIGHT FROM LONDON TO DOHA
FLYING OVER TURKEY 02:09:31 AM HOUS
THE LAND OF YOUNIS EMRE AND MEVLANA RUMI
INSPIRED BY TWO LINES OF MAHMUD SHABISTARI IN HIS WORK 'GARDEN PF MYSTERY'
"yet this isn't a situation of coming and goings. when observed aright going isn't other than coming"
JUST IMAGINE THAT EACH BEAT OF THE HEART THAT HAS BEEN AND THAT IS TO BE AND IS NOW IS ALWAYS TO BE ALIVE AND WELL IN EXISTENCE...IMAGINE THAT...
E=mc2
DO YOU REMEMBER THE ENERGY E
DO YOU REMEMBER THE LIGHT c
DO YOU REMEMBER THE GRAVITY m
DO YOU REMEMBER HOW WE ARE =
DO YOU REMEMBER THE 2 OF US 2
WRITTEN IN 2009 IN MAY THE 18TH AT 01/20/00 HOURS
DO YOU REMEMBER THE LIGHT c
DO YOU REMEMBER THE GRAVITY m
DO YOU REMEMBER HOW WE ARE =
DO YOU REMEMBER THE 2 OF US 2
WRITTEN IN 2009 IN MAY THE 18TH AT 01/20/00 HOURS
X 2
IT IS FOR THE CONNECTION THAT ONE SEEKS
NOT FOR PURPOSE OF LOVE
NOT FOR PURPOSE OF LUST
NOT FOR PURPOSE OF NEED
IT IS FOR PURPOSE OF EXISTENCE
IT IS TO SHARE TIME TO SPACE
OF DISCOVERY AND EVOLUTION
I THOUGHT THAT I HAD FOUND ME
ME IN YOU
I BEGAN TO TALK LIKE YOU
I BEGAN TO LAUGH LIKE YOU
WE KNEW ALREADY THAT
WE THOUGHT LIKE EACH OTHER
I SAW ME IN YOU
AND YOU SAW YOU IN ME
WE SAW EACH OTHER
IN THE OTHER
WITHIN AND WITHOUT
OUR EXISTENCES
OUR ENERGIES
DOUBLED
WRITTEN IN 2004 IN NOVEMBER OF 30TH IN DOHA..QATAR
NOT FOR PURPOSE OF LOVE
NOT FOR PURPOSE OF LUST
NOT FOR PURPOSE OF NEED
IT IS FOR PURPOSE OF EXISTENCE
IT IS TO SHARE TIME TO SPACE
OF DISCOVERY AND EVOLUTION
I THOUGHT THAT I HAD FOUND ME
ME IN YOU
I BEGAN TO TALK LIKE YOU
I BEGAN TO LAUGH LIKE YOU
WE KNEW ALREADY THAT
WE THOUGHT LIKE EACH OTHER
I SAW ME IN YOU
AND YOU SAW YOU IN ME
WE SAW EACH OTHER
IN THE OTHER
WITHIN AND WITHOUT
OUR EXISTENCES
OUR ENERGIES
DOUBLED
WRITTEN IN 2004 IN NOVEMBER OF 30TH IN DOHA..QATAR
IN THE END IT IS ME
ONE MUST KNOW SELF
TO KNOW ONE SELF
THEN IT IS POSSIBLE
TO BE KNOWN
TO BE KNOWN
ONE MUST KNOW
AND SO IT GOES MY FRIENDS
TO BE UNDERSTOOD
ONE MUST UNDERSTAND
TO BE LOVED
ONE MUST LOVE
TO BELONG
ONE MUST BE - LONG
IN THE END IT IS ME...
WRITTEN IN WINTER OF DOHA IN 2004 IN MONTH OF DECEMBER ON BOXING DAY
TO KNOW ONE SELF
THEN IT IS POSSIBLE
TO BE KNOWN
TO BE KNOWN
ONE MUST KNOW
AND SO IT GOES MY FRIENDS
TO BE UNDERSTOOD
ONE MUST UNDERSTAND
TO BE LOVED
ONE MUST LOVE
TO BELONG
ONE MUST BE - LONG
IN THE END IT IS ME...
WRITTEN IN WINTER OF DOHA IN 2004 IN MONTH OF DECEMBER ON BOXING DAY
OF OUR WEAKNESS
BECAUSE WE OF OUR WEAK
WE CAN NOT LOVE
BECAUSE OF THE WEAKNESS
WE CAN NOT GO FORWARD
I AM DEEPLY SORRY
FOR I THOUGHT AT THE LEAST
WE COULD WORK
AWAY FROM WEAKNESS
WRITTEN IN 2005 IN MARCH ON 13TH
WE CAN NOT LOVE
BECAUSE OF THE WEAKNESS
WE CAN NOT GO FORWARD
I AM DEEPLY SORRY
FOR I THOUGHT AT THE LEAST
WE COULD WORK
AWAY FROM WEAKNESS
WRITTEN IN 2005 IN MARCH ON 13TH
Thursday, 12 November 2009
Nature Part III - Final
Few springs drive her, but these never wind down, but are always effective, always manifold.
Her drama is always newbecause she creates new spectators. Life is her most beautiful discovery and death is her device to have much (infinite/immortal) life.
She wraps us in dullness and forever spurs us on to the light.
She makes us dependent upon the earth, sluggish and heavy, yet always shakes and wakes us up.
She gives us needs, because she loves movement. It is a wonder how little she uses to achieve all this movement. Every need is a favour, soon satisfied, soon roused again,. When she gives us another, it is a source of new pleasure. But soon she comes into balance.
At every moment she prepares the longest race and at every moment she has reached the goal.
She is vanity itself, but not for us, for whom she has given herself the greatest importance.
She lets every child practice its arts on her, every fool judge her and thousands to pass over her dully, without seeing her. In all she takes joy. From all she draws her profit (credit)
We obey her laws even in resisting them; we work with her even in working against her.
She makes all she gives a blessing, for she begins by making it indispensable. She delays so that we long to her; she hurries so that we never have our fill of her.
She has no laughter or speech, but she makes tongues and hearts through which she feels and speaks.
Her crown is love. Only through love do we come to her. She opens chasms between all beings, and each seek to devour the other. She has seperated all to draw all together. With a few draughts from the cup of love she makes good a life of (otherwise) toil.
She is all. She rewards herself and punishes herself, delights and torments herself. She is rough and gentle, charming and terrifying, impotent and all powerful. All is eternally present in her. She knows nothing of past and future. The present is her eternity (her youth). #she is kind. #I praise her with all her works. She is wise and still. We can force no explanation from her body, nor tear any gift from her that she does not want to give freely. She is full of tricks, but to a good end, and it is best not to notice her gitfts.
She is whole and yet always unfinished. As she does now, she may (decide) to do forever.
To each she appears in a unique form. She hides herself in a thousands names and terms, and is always the same.
She has placed me her; she will lead me away. I trust myself to her. She may do with me, (and) she will not hate her work. I hae not spoken to her. No, whatever is true of false, she has spoken it.
All faults, all merit, is she..
Her drama is always newbecause she creates new spectators. Life is her most beautiful discovery and death is her device to have much (infinite/immortal) life.
She wraps us in dullness and forever spurs us on to the light.
She makes us dependent upon the earth, sluggish and heavy, yet always shakes and wakes us up.
She gives us needs, because she loves movement. It is a wonder how little she uses to achieve all this movement. Every need is a favour, soon satisfied, soon roused again,. When she gives us another, it is a source of new pleasure. But soon she comes into balance.
At every moment she prepares the longest race and at every moment she has reached the goal.
She is vanity itself, but not for us, for whom she has given herself the greatest importance.
She lets every child practice its arts on her, every fool judge her and thousands to pass over her dully, without seeing her. In all she takes joy. From all she draws her profit (credit)
We obey her laws even in resisting them; we work with her even in working against her.
She makes all she gives a blessing, for she begins by making it indispensable. She delays so that we long to her; she hurries so that we never have our fill of her.
She has no laughter or speech, but she makes tongues and hearts through which she feels and speaks.
Her crown is love. Only through love do we come to her. She opens chasms between all beings, and each seek to devour the other. She has seperated all to draw all together. With a few draughts from the cup of love she makes good a life of (otherwise) toil.
She is all. She rewards herself and punishes herself, delights and torments herself. She is rough and gentle, charming and terrifying, impotent and all powerful. All is eternally present in her. She knows nothing of past and future. The present is her eternity (her youth). #she is kind. #I praise her with all her works. She is wise and still. We can force no explanation from her body, nor tear any gift from her that she does not want to give freely. She is full of tricks, but to a good end, and it is best not to notice her gitfts.
She is whole and yet always unfinished. As she does now, she may (decide) to do forever.
To each she appears in a unique form. She hides herself in a thousands names and terms, and is always the same.
She has placed me her; she will lead me away. I trust myself to her. She may do with me, (and) she will not hate her work. I hae not spoken to her. No, whatever is true of false, she has spoken it.
All faults, all merit, is she..
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Nature Part II
She plays out our drama: we do not know whether she herself sees it, yet she plays it for us, who stands in the corner.
She is eternal life, growth, and movement, yet she does not move on. She transforms herself endlessly but there is not a single moment's pause in her. She has no consept for stopping and she has set her curse upon standing still. She is firm. Her tread is measured, her exceptions rare, her laws immutable.
She has thought and ponders still, but not as humans do, but as nature does. She keeps to herself her own all-embracing meaning, which no one can discover from her.
All humans beings are in her, and she is in all. With all, she plays a friendly game and rejoices if ever one wins something from her. With many, she plays so secretly that she ends her game before they know it.
Even what is most unnatural is nature. Even the coarsest, most narrow-minded person has something of her genius. Whoever does not see her everywhere, then see's her clearly nowhere.
She loves herself and clings to herself eternally with innumerable eyes and hearts. She has divided herself to enjoy herself. Insatiable, she always brings forth beings to enjoy her, to communicate herself to.
She delights in illusons. Whoever destroys this illusion in themselves or others, she punishes like the sternest tyrant. But those who follow her trustingly she takes to her heart like a child.
Her children are innumerable. With noe is she sparing, but she has her favourites, those on and for whom she lavishes much and sacrfices much. Greatness, she protects.
She flings her creatures out of the nothingness and tells them nothing of where they come from or where they are going. They must only run; she knows the course.
She is eternal life, growth, and movement, yet she does not move on. She transforms herself endlessly but there is not a single moment's pause in her. She has no consept for stopping and she has set her curse upon standing still. She is firm. Her tread is measured, her exceptions rare, her laws immutable.
She has thought and ponders still, but not as humans do, but as nature does. She keeps to herself her own all-embracing meaning, which no one can discover from her.
All humans beings are in her, and she is in all. With all, she plays a friendly game and rejoices if ever one wins something from her. With many, she plays so secretly that she ends her game before they know it.
Even what is most unnatural is nature. Even the coarsest, most narrow-minded person has something of her genius. Whoever does not see her everywhere, then see's her clearly nowhere.
She loves herself and clings to herself eternally with innumerable eyes and hearts. She has divided herself to enjoy herself. Insatiable, she always brings forth beings to enjoy her, to communicate herself to.
She delights in illusons. Whoever destroys this illusion in themselves or others, she punishes like the sternest tyrant. But those who follow her trustingly she takes to her heart like a child.
Her children are innumerable. With noe is she sparing, but she has her favourites, those on and for whom she lavishes much and sacrfices much. Greatness, she protects.
She flings her creatures out of the nothingness and tells them nothing of where they come from or where they are going. They must only run; she knows the course.
Saturday, 31 October 2009
Nature
Nature! We are surrounded and embraced by her - powerless to leave her and powerless to enter more deeply. Unasked and without warning, she sweeps us away in the round of her dance on until we fall exhausted from her arms.
Endlessly, she creates new forms: what is there never was; what was will never return. All is new, yet forever the old.
We live within her, and are strangers to her. She speaks with us unceasingly, but does not betray her secret. We work on her constantly, yet have no power over her.
She seems to base everything on individuality, yet to care nothing for individuals. She is always building, destroying, but her workshop in unreachable.
She lives in countless children, but where is the mother?
She is the sole artist, creating the greatest contrast out of the simplest material, the greatest perfection seemingly without effort, the most exact certainty always veiled with the touch of softness. Each of her works has its own being, each of her phenomena the most isolated idea, yet all create a single whole.
She plays out her drama: we do not know whether she herself sees it, yet she plays it for us, who stand in the corner.
She is ethernal life, growth, and movement, yet she does not move on. She transform herself endlessly but there is not a single moment's pause in her. She has no consept for stopping and she has set her curse upon standing still. She is firm. Her tread is measured, her exceptions rare, her laws immutable.
She has thoughts and ponders still, but not as human do, but as nature does. She keeps to herself her own all-embracing meaning, which no one can discover from her.
All human beings are in her and she is in all. With all, she plays a friendly game and rejoices if ever one wins something from her. With many, she plays so secretly that she ends her game before they know it.
Even what is most unnatural is nature. Even the coarsest, most narrow-minded person has something of her genius. Whoever does not see her everywhere sees her nowhere.
She lives in countless children, but where is the mother?
She is the sole artist, creating the greatest contrasts out of the simpleast material, the greatest perfection seemingly without effort, the most exact certainty always veiled with a touch of spftness. Each of her works has its own being, each of her phenomena the most isolated idea, yet all create a single whole...
Part of an essay written by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, May 26th 1828
Endlessly, she creates new forms: what is there never was; what was will never return. All is new, yet forever the old.
We live within her, and are strangers to her. She speaks with us unceasingly, but does not betray her secret. We work on her constantly, yet have no power over her.
She seems to base everything on individuality, yet to care nothing for individuals. She is always building, destroying, but her workshop in unreachable.
She lives in countless children, but where is the mother?
She is the sole artist, creating the greatest contrast out of the simplest material, the greatest perfection seemingly without effort, the most exact certainty always veiled with the touch of softness. Each of her works has its own being, each of her phenomena the most isolated idea, yet all create a single whole.
She plays out her drama: we do not know whether she herself sees it, yet she plays it for us, who stand in the corner.
She is ethernal life, growth, and movement, yet she does not move on. She transform herself endlessly but there is not a single moment's pause in her. She has no consept for stopping and she has set her curse upon standing still. She is firm. Her tread is measured, her exceptions rare, her laws immutable.
She has thoughts and ponders still, but not as human do, but as nature does. She keeps to herself her own all-embracing meaning, which no one can discover from her.
All human beings are in her and she is in all. With all, she plays a friendly game and rejoices if ever one wins something from her. With many, she plays so secretly that she ends her game before they know it.
Even what is most unnatural is nature. Even the coarsest, most narrow-minded person has something of her genius. Whoever does not see her everywhere sees her nowhere.
She lives in countless children, but where is the mother?
She is the sole artist, creating the greatest contrasts out of the simpleast material, the greatest perfection seemingly without effort, the most exact certainty always veiled with a touch of spftness. Each of her works has its own being, each of her phenomena the most isolated idea, yet all create a single whole...
Part of an essay written by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, May 26th 1828
NON SENSE or NONSENSE
God is not out there
Unless god is in here
HE is not out there
To be seen, heard or touched
Unless he is in here
Only where he is known
God is not to be found
In the sense world
There he has always be absent
It is not his kingdom
& it is not God
That is to be found
For he is not the one lost
The one to be found is me
& when i am found
Then i will see
And you will see
The many reflections of the Beloved
God is truely in the non sense world
But always when they here this
I am burnt with the stakes
Saying i am all but NONSENSE
written on: 29/10/09:18/50/07
written by: Raymond Malik
inspired by: text message by Line Halvorsen
location: MIA - Doha Qatar
Unless god is in here
HE is not out there
To be seen, heard or touched
Unless he is in here
Only where he is known
God is not to be found
In the sense world
There he has always be absent
It is not his kingdom
& it is not God
That is to be found
For he is not the one lost
The one to be found is me
& when i am found
Then i will see
And you will see
The many reflections of the Beloved
God is truely in the non sense world
But always when they here this
I am burnt with the stakes
Saying i am all but NONSENSE
written on: 29/10/09:18/50/07
written by: Raymond Malik
inspired by: text message by Line Halvorsen
location: MIA - Doha Qatar
Sunday, 27 September 2009
Heaven to Earth
Between heaven & earth are we_
Neither there, neither here_
In betwix the there & the here_
We are a little bit raised_
We are a large bit below_
Attached to land & sea
De-attached from air & you_
photo taken: 22nd September 2009 - autumn equinox
time taken : am
location: near galata bridge - istanbul
gps: 41'01'04, 28'58'24'
camera: richo r10
edited on: 27th September 2009
edit time: 09:56am
Saturday, 26 September 2009
Sons Relection in Istanbul
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In between AyaSophia and Blue Mosque, I saw our son's reflection on the street. So i looked up to him, there in the heavens above......
photo taken: 22nd September 2009 - Equinox
time taken: noon'ish
gps: 41'00'24, 28'58'40
camera: ricoh r10
location: istanbul-turkey
edited on: 27th September 2009
edit time: 09:47am
edit time: 09:47am
In the Mind of Creation - Recognition
I applaud the recognition
That you afford me
&nd
I applaud the recognition
That I expend on you
But know this
That this recognition
That you & I
Expend, afford & share
Was & is not acquired
Like something
From a merchant or trader
But given
Inherently when you & I
Were just a thought, an ideal
In the mind of creation
written on: 25 September 2009
written at: 21:43:40
written in: Konya - Turkey
inspired by: Flute Music by Branches of Breath
event at: Mistikmuzikfest
That you afford me
&nd
I applaud the recognition
That I expend on you
But know this
That this recognition
That you & I
Expend, afford & share
Was & is not acquired
Like something
From a merchant or trader
But given
Inherently when you & I
Were just a thought, an ideal
In the mind of creation
written on: 25 September 2009
written at: 21:43:40
written in: Konya - Turkey
inspired by: Flute Music by Branches of Breath
event at: Mistikmuzikfest
Tuesday, 8 September 2009
MUST WE ENDLESSLY DRIFT TERMINALLY.........
some words from the sufi
WHAT HAS ONE CONQUERED THUS
IS ONE BECOME THE WARRIOR
IN THE TIME AWAY IN THE ABSENCE
WHAT WAR HAS BEEN LOST
WHAT PIECE OF PEACE IS WON
DID SHE BEGIN TO TEACH
OR HAS HE ONLY STARTED TO HEAL
THE JOURNEY IS LONG AND LONE
AND IN IT THERE IS NO TIME
ONLY SPACE TO BE IN EXISTENCE
IS THE ONE SOBRE
OR IS IT JUST AN HANGOVER
IS THE ONE WHIRLING TO A MOTHER OF STORMS TO AN OCEAN OF WINE
OR COVERED WITH THORNS WITH RED ROSES IN A GARDEN
HAS HE TO YOU BEGUN TO BE A STRANGER
WHEN DID HE LOSE THIS WAY IN THE DRUNKENESS
WHAT IS THE INTOXICATION
THAT TAKES HIM THERE AND AFAR
OR IS ONE NEAR BUT ONLY A DISTANT STAR
THE SEPERATION IS INSPIRATIONAL
THERE IS AN IMPLOSION FROM WITH OUT
THAT GIVES EXISTENCE TO MY HUMILITY
MUST WE ENDLESSLY DRIFT TERMINALLY.........
written by; raymond malik
dated by; 26 July 2007
timed by: 17:06
formated by: email
WHAT HAS ONE CONQUERED THUS
IS ONE BECOME THE WARRIOR
IN THE TIME AWAY IN THE ABSENCE
WHAT WAR HAS BEEN LOST
WHAT PIECE OF PEACE IS WON
DID SHE BEGIN TO TEACH
OR HAS HE ONLY STARTED TO HEAL
THE JOURNEY IS LONG AND LONE
AND IN IT THERE IS NO TIME
ONLY SPACE TO BE IN EXISTENCE
IS THE ONE SOBRE
OR IS IT JUST AN HANGOVER
IS THE ONE WHIRLING TO A MOTHER OF STORMS TO AN OCEAN OF WINE
OR COVERED WITH THORNS WITH RED ROSES IN A GARDEN
HAS HE TO YOU BEGUN TO BE A STRANGER
WHEN DID HE LOSE THIS WAY IN THE DRUNKENESS
WHAT IS THE INTOXICATION
THAT TAKES HIM THERE AND AFAR
OR IS ONE NEAR BUT ONLY A DISTANT STAR
THE SEPERATION IS INSPIRATIONAL
THERE IS AN IMPLOSION FROM WITH OUT
THAT GIVES EXISTENCE TO MY HUMILITY
MUST WE ENDLESSLY DRIFT TERMINALLY.........
written by; raymond malik
dated by; 26 July 2007
timed by: 17:06
formated by: email
TAKE THE TROUBLE
WHEN WE GO DEEP ENOUGH OR HIGH ENOUGH WE MEET
IT IS ONLY ON THIS SURFACE THAT WE DIFFER AND AT TIMES CLASH
TRUE, WE DO NOT ALWAYS FIND THE WAY TO THE DEPTH OR THE HEIGHT
OR IS IT THAT WE DO NOT TAKE THE TROUBLE TO DO SO.............
WAS IT NOT WHILE WE BOTH WANTED TO TRANSCEND THAT WE DID MEET
IT WAS ONLY WHEN WE CAME BACK TO THE SURFACE DID WE DIFFER AND AT TIMES CLASH
FALSE, WE DID FIND FOR ALWAYS THE WAY TO THE DEPTH OF THE HEIGHT
BUT WE DO NOT TAKE THE TROUBLE TO DO SO...............
written by: raymond malik
dated by; 17 June 2007
timed by: 12:21
formated by: email
IT IS ONLY ON THIS SURFACE THAT WE DIFFER AND AT TIMES CLASH
TRUE, WE DO NOT ALWAYS FIND THE WAY TO THE DEPTH OR THE HEIGHT
OR IS IT THAT WE DO NOT TAKE THE TROUBLE TO DO SO.............
WAS IT NOT WHILE WE BOTH WANTED TO TRANSCEND THAT WE DID MEET
IT WAS ONLY WHEN WE CAME BACK TO THE SURFACE DID WE DIFFER AND AT TIMES CLASH
FALSE, WE DID FIND FOR ALWAYS THE WAY TO THE DEPTH OF THE HEIGHT
BUT WE DO NOT TAKE THE TROUBLE TO DO SO...............
written by: raymond malik
dated by; 17 June 2007
timed by: 12:21
formated by: email
Thursday, 13 August 2009
My Life With & Without
My life with you or with out you is forever changed
Our encounter although brief will eternally be remembered
You are that magic that comes to all, but few appreciate
You are that spirit that has entered mine.
Visit me many times in your thoughts
As I visit you again and again.
Knowing that you exist is enough
I will continue to simile for our next encounter.
Whether that is in reality or fiction.
I know from now on
That our existence is to exist
On what dimension or level
That is to be evolved
To be discovered.
A new journey has begun
New energies and feelings are given birth
Obstacles of shadows are removed
My heart has expanded,
I feel it all around.
It’s the only thing that I feel….these days……….
There may be even cracks
It may even be broken
My feelings are not contained.
My emotions have gone deep and
They have taken root.
I beseech you to grant one wish
To be able to meet once more
Event of short duration will suffice.
We need to say good bye
We need to make closure.
I didn’t expect this of then to be the way
I thought it was a beginning
I thought it was not the ending.
As is seems to be…….
Your state or your illness
I can not dare to see how
Whether is be of my causing
In that you see joy or loss.
Did we add to each other.
That for me you did and
I thought I did for you too.
There was a time and space when all that was
Was you and me.
All else became temporal
All else vanished out of view
Now all else exists
You and I no longer take space.
Time and space have become empty
Space and time have been redefined
With out you and
With out me
Like two ships
We did meet on route
But the port was not our destination
Oh how I wish to have powers of destiny
To change the present for the future
In the days since I have learnt
To hold….hold on to memory
To place my feelings and emotions
Back in time to a period before
In order to reduce the strain
Afflicted on the heart
Which everyone can see its movements.
At times it skips a beat
At the expectation of you
Every sense senses you
But it is always the others
I will come to drag you out of your self
And take you into my heart
I will come to bring out the beauty
The beauty you wish to conceal
And lift you like a pray to the sky
If no one can recognise you, I do
Because you are the one from my dreams
Don’t run away, accept your wounds
And let bravery be your shield
It takes a thousand stages
For a perfect being to evolve
Now every step of the way I will walk with you
And not ever leave you stranded
Be patient, do not open the lid too soon
Simmer away until you are ready.
Come out of hiding; open the doors and let me in
I am at your mercy, the slave to your simile
You are the music within the flower
That sung to my heart
If I see beauty it’s because I look through your eyes
But when I come back to myself
I find no one there.
My queen, I am your falcon and when I hear your heart
I will spread my wings.
If you offer me your kingdom I’ll be drunk with joy
But if you do not, I will accept,
Lower my head and surrender.
Love
Raymond
Our encounter although brief will eternally be remembered
You are that magic that comes to all, but few appreciate
You are that spirit that has entered mine.
Visit me many times in your thoughts
As I visit you again and again.
Knowing that you exist is enough
I will continue to simile for our next encounter.
Whether that is in reality or fiction.
I know from now on
That our existence is to exist
On what dimension or level
That is to be evolved
To be discovered.
A new journey has begun
New energies and feelings are given birth
Obstacles of shadows are removed
My heart has expanded,
I feel it all around.
It’s the only thing that I feel….these days……….
There may be even cracks
It may even be broken
My feelings are not contained.
My emotions have gone deep and
They have taken root.
I beseech you to grant one wish
To be able to meet once more
Event of short duration will suffice.
We need to say good bye
We need to make closure.
I didn’t expect this of then to be the way
I thought it was a beginning
I thought it was not the ending.
As is seems to be…….
Your state or your illness
I can not dare to see how
Whether is be of my causing
In that you see joy or loss.
Did we add to each other.
That for me you did and
I thought I did for you too.
There was a time and space when all that was
Was you and me.
All else became temporal
All else vanished out of view
Now all else exists
You and I no longer take space.
Time and space have become empty
Space and time have been redefined
With out you and
With out me
Like two ships
We did meet on route
But the port was not our destination
Oh how I wish to have powers of destiny
To change the present for the future
In the days since I have learnt
To hold….hold on to memory
To place my feelings and emotions
Back in time to a period before
In order to reduce the strain
Afflicted on the heart
Which everyone can see its movements.
At times it skips a beat
At the expectation of you
Every sense senses you
But it is always the others
I will come to drag you out of your self
And take you into my heart
I will come to bring out the beauty
The beauty you wish to conceal
And lift you like a pray to the sky
If no one can recognise you, I do
Because you are the one from my dreams
Don’t run away, accept your wounds
And let bravery be your shield
It takes a thousand stages
For a perfect being to evolve
Now every step of the way I will walk with you
And not ever leave you stranded
Be patient, do not open the lid too soon
Simmer away until you are ready.
Come out of hiding; open the doors and let me in
I am at your mercy, the slave to your simile
You are the music within the flower
That sung to my heart
If I see beauty it’s because I look through your eyes
But when I come back to myself
I find no one there.
My queen, I am your falcon and when I hear your heart
I will spread my wings.
If you offer me your kingdom I’ll be drunk with joy
But if you do not, I will accept,
Lower my head and surrender.
Love
Raymond
Did I Not
did i dream and you came into it
or did you dream i came to it
or did we both dream at the same time
or did we dream the same dream
did not i say that you is like self
did i not find me in you
did you not see me in you
did we not say it were not of coincidence
did i not say that i will miss
did i not hold you in the embrace of arms
did you not hold me in yours embrace
did we not stand still infinitely
did you not journey
did i not travel
did not our paths join
did we not chose to cross into our worlds
did we not part on transit
did not you ask for mail
did you not say to wait it
did we not want to anymore sail
did we not meditate
did we not say Sah tha na ma
did we not transcend
did not the plane ascend
did we not touch some truth
did we not feel trust
did we not understand
did we not talk of sand
did we not drink red
did we not share wine
did we not take food
did we not be good
did you not take me to chile
did i not take you to doha
did we not feel to relate
did we not feel no hate
did we not share ravi
did we not exchange gifts
did you not give
did we not momentarily live
did you not sleep
did i not sleep
did we not sleep
did we not awake from the sleep
did you not share time
did I not share space
did we not breath the same air
did we want not to care
did we not connect
in this world of illusions
or did you dream i came to it
or did we both dream at the same time
or did we dream the same dream
did not i say that you is like self
did i not find me in you
did you not see me in you
did we not say it were not of coincidence
did i not say that i will miss
did i not hold you in the embrace of arms
did you not hold me in yours embrace
did we not stand still infinitely
did you not journey
did i not travel
did not our paths join
did we not chose to cross into our worlds
did we not part on transit
did not you ask for mail
did you not say to wait it
did we not want to anymore sail
did we not meditate
did we not say Sah tha na ma
did we not transcend
did not the plane ascend
did we not touch some truth
did we not feel trust
did we not understand
did we not talk of sand
did we not drink red
did we not share wine
did we not take food
did we not be good
did you not take me to chile
did i not take you to doha
did we not feel to relate
did we not feel no hate
did we not share ravi
did we not exchange gifts
did you not give
did we not momentarily live
did you not sleep
did i not sleep
did we not sleep
did we not awake from the sleep
did you not share time
did I not share space
did we not breath the same air
did we want not to care
did we not connect
in this world of illusions
FATE
Without a glimpse of possibly seeing you again
Not even half whispers of complaint
there are too many moments of silence
The past is finally the pastL
eaving everything from that time gone byonly to reminiscent
Each piece of perfect snippets
The sea of my brain will not let go of the idealIs
it not true that i can prove that she and I once had fate?
Within this suffering we turned over each choice
Unfortunately the outcome is in front of our eyes
The truth is our fate did and now does not cross path
I no longer have any ideas of what to doIn the future how will we meet?
You and I are separated by quite a distance
How can we modify the sky to let us see each other again?
What can possibly change this situation?
Not even half whispers of complaint
there are too many moments of silence
The past is finally the pastL
eaving everything from that time gone byonly to reminiscent
Each piece of perfect snippets
The sea of my brain will not let go of the idealIs
it not true that i can prove that she and I once had fate?
Within this suffering we turned over each choice
Unfortunately the outcome is in front of our eyes
The truth is our fate did and now does not cross path
I no longer have any ideas of what to doIn the future how will we meet?
You and I are separated by quite a distance
How can we modify the sky to let us see each other again?
What can possibly change this situation?
Beloved HI
I dont know if my time is going clockwise or anti clockwise.
Maybe it has stopped.
Should i change the batteries or maybe the spring mechanism.
Since i left , since one relality ended and another started.
Which is the dream version, which is the reality version.
Did i really see you , did we really talk, drink and eat.
Did we really have convergence of the hearts, minds and souls..
Or did i imagine it all.
Is my imagination taking over,
Is it creating scenarios in my mind in a phyical dimension.
Did the "Days In Dubai" exist, do they still exist?
Or did we just meet in our dreams,.........
No i have photos of you,
I have the music and books we bought,
They are real, they are phyical.
Maybe just to me.
I feel tired i feel restless, i do not feel focussed. There is this hallow feeling, something is missing. Yet i am complete. I have lost weight or has weight lost me. You have lost your voice, so too i have lost your voice...... your laughter.
My spirit met a spirit, my soul met a soul , my mind met a mind and my heart melted with a heart and yet i was on my path.....my path of truth , my journey of discovery....my route to freedom...........my search for companion-(on a)-ship. Have you returned to the ship...........have you moved on or have you moved off...If you have left, i beseech you to return to port...i implore you to look back with your heart open....on an island is where you found me and on this island i will always am to remain. Come back teach me to sail, teach to build vessels so hence too i can evade this space this time....
Khalass.... i should expect less and not more....the universe may hurt and in pains of tears as a consequrnce of our union....this union.....this co-existence......
Maisa Hi
I dont know if my time is going clockwise or anti clockwise. Maybe it has stopped. Should i change the batteries or maybe the spring mechanism. Since i left , since one relality ended and another started. Which is the dream version, which is the reality version. Did i really see you , did we really talk, drink and eat. Did we really have convergence of the hearts, mins and souls..Or did i imagine it all. Is my imagination taking over, is it creating scenarios in my mind in a phyical dimension.Did the "Days In Dubai" exist, do they still exist?
Or did we just meet in our dreams,......... no i have photos of you, i have the music and books we bought, they are real, they are phyical. Maybe just to me.
I feel tired i feel restless, i do not feel focussed. There is this hallow feeling, something is missing. Yet i am complete. I have lost weight or has weight lost me. You have lost your voice, so too i have lost your voice...... your laughter.
My spirit met a spirit, my soul met a soul , my mind met a mind and my heart melted with a heart and yet i was on my path.....my path of truth , my journey of discovery....my route to freedom...........my search for companion-(on a)-ship. Have you returned to the ship...........have you moved on or have you moved off...If you have left, i beseech you to return to port...i implore you to look back with your heart open....on an island is where you found me and on this island i will always am to remain. Come back teach me to sail, teach to build vessels so hence too i can evade this space......... this time....
Khalass.... i should expect less and not more....the universe may hurt and also be in pain of tears as a consequence of our union....this union.....this co-existence........
Maybe it is only the voice which has lost you...Get a new one and attune it again with your heat mind and soul...so once again we talk, we share ....we give.....
Coincidences like ours are rare and beautiful. They are pure as white angelic light, there is innocense in expression and symbiosis interactivity.......two become one, which defies the laws os mathematics for 2 one = 2 and not 1.....
I seek in wonder, in amazement, in anxiety feedback of back feed, which ever is to be relevenat....i seek you to either way to release me from this stagnant stance i discovered myself to be today...
i seek your feeling and understanding of the circumstances of the issues...i will not believe that all that time, space and enery was to serve no long term purpose, or that there were to be no determinants to evolve from.............I seek what ever resolution you have arrived at.....what ever positon.....what ever stance...... i (with great restraint and pain) will assure full compliance to your final decision.........
Stranded on an island, awaiting for the ships return...
I will bear whatever
As long as I know what to bear.
What I can not bear
Is the unknown …
This to me is unbearable..
I can not accept this time
After coming through the previous time.
If there was no previous time
Then this time is the same
As the time before previous time.
But there was a discontinuity in
The continuity of our time.
There was a break of
3 nights and 4 days.
It is too long to be counted as a dream.
May be I had hit my head
And thus placed in a state of unconsciousness.
Maisa Hi
Your imposed silence is hurting.
I never knew what your needs and expectations were.
Maybe there were none.....for the spirit you are..
The distance each days increases quantum folds
But my feelings are still reaching and holding...
Usually i meet people like you for a maximum of 2 hours and then we depart and forever more i treasure those "Moments" of time as one would treasure rainbow coloured diamonds. I got so use to having these short moments that i did not expect them to last for more than that. I made them acceptable for my existence, never expecting them to last for ever as i use to. For when i expected the moments to last for eternity then even that short moment would be destroyed of its loving memory. I suppose it was the fear of losing that loving memory that my expectations were reduced..
Never imagined that is this life time in this existence that those loving moments could span as they did for 3 nights and four day with you is existence in them.
I will bear whatever
As long as I know what to bear.
What I can not bear
Is the unknown …
This to me is unbearable..
I can not accept this time
After coming through the previous time.
If there was no previous time
Then this time is the same
As the time before previous time.
But there was a discontinuity in
The continuity of our time.
There was a break of
3 nights and 4 days.
It is too long to be counted as a dream.
May be I had hit my head
And thus placed in a state of unconsciousness.
I seek to know what you to have to bear.
I seek how you found those days gone.
I seek news from your heart.
I seek your guides to awake you.
I seek your voice to return.
I seek to know why your voice left
I seek an ending or a beginning.
I will seek untill am told not to seek..
Maybe it has stopped.
Should i change the batteries or maybe the spring mechanism.
Since i left , since one relality ended and another started.
Which is the dream version, which is the reality version.
Did i really see you , did we really talk, drink and eat.
Did we really have convergence of the hearts, minds and souls..
Or did i imagine it all.
Is my imagination taking over,
Is it creating scenarios in my mind in a phyical dimension.
Did the "Days In Dubai" exist, do they still exist?
Or did we just meet in our dreams,.........
No i have photos of you,
I have the music and books we bought,
They are real, they are phyical.
Maybe just to me.
I feel tired i feel restless, i do not feel focussed. There is this hallow feeling, something is missing. Yet i am complete. I have lost weight or has weight lost me. You have lost your voice, so too i have lost your voice...... your laughter.
My spirit met a spirit, my soul met a soul , my mind met a mind and my heart melted with a heart and yet i was on my path.....my path of truth , my journey of discovery....my route to freedom...........my search for companion-(on a)-ship. Have you returned to the ship...........have you moved on or have you moved off...If you have left, i beseech you to return to port...i implore you to look back with your heart open....on an island is where you found me and on this island i will always am to remain. Come back teach me to sail, teach to build vessels so hence too i can evade this space this time....
Khalass.... i should expect less and not more....the universe may hurt and in pains of tears as a consequrnce of our union....this union.....this co-existence......
Maisa Hi
I dont know if my time is going clockwise or anti clockwise. Maybe it has stopped. Should i change the batteries or maybe the spring mechanism. Since i left , since one relality ended and another started. Which is the dream version, which is the reality version. Did i really see you , did we really talk, drink and eat. Did we really have convergence of the hearts, mins and souls..Or did i imagine it all. Is my imagination taking over, is it creating scenarios in my mind in a phyical dimension.Did the "Days In Dubai" exist, do they still exist?
Or did we just meet in our dreams,......... no i have photos of you, i have the music and books we bought, they are real, they are phyical. Maybe just to me.
I feel tired i feel restless, i do not feel focussed. There is this hallow feeling, something is missing. Yet i am complete. I have lost weight or has weight lost me. You have lost your voice, so too i have lost your voice...... your laughter.
My spirit met a spirit, my soul met a soul , my mind met a mind and my heart melted with a heart and yet i was on my path.....my path of truth , my journey of discovery....my route to freedom...........my search for companion-(on a)-ship. Have you returned to the ship...........have you moved on or have you moved off...If you have left, i beseech you to return to port...i implore you to look back with your heart open....on an island is where you found me and on this island i will always am to remain. Come back teach me to sail, teach to build vessels so hence too i can evade this space......... this time....
Khalass.... i should expect less and not more....the universe may hurt and also be in pain of tears as a consequence of our union....this union.....this co-existence........
Maybe it is only the voice which has lost you...Get a new one and attune it again with your heat mind and soul...so once again we talk, we share ....we give.....
Coincidences like ours are rare and beautiful. They are pure as white angelic light, there is innocense in expression and symbiosis interactivity.......two become one, which defies the laws os mathematics for 2 one = 2 and not 1.....
I seek in wonder, in amazement, in anxiety feedback of back feed, which ever is to be relevenat....i seek you to either way to release me from this stagnant stance i discovered myself to be today...
i seek your feeling and understanding of the circumstances of the issues...i will not believe that all that time, space and enery was to serve no long term purpose, or that there were to be no determinants to evolve from.............I seek what ever resolution you have arrived at.....what ever positon.....what ever stance...... i (with great restraint and pain) will assure full compliance to your final decision.........
Stranded on an island, awaiting for the ships return...
I will bear whatever
As long as I know what to bear.
What I can not bear
Is the unknown …
This to me is unbearable..
I can not accept this time
After coming through the previous time.
If there was no previous time
Then this time is the same
As the time before previous time.
But there was a discontinuity in
The continuity of our time.
There was a break of
3 nights and 4 days.
It is too long to be counted as a dream.
May be I had hit my head
And thus placed in a state of unconsciousness.
Maisa Hi
Your imposed silence is hurting.
I never knew what your needs and expectations were.
Maybe there were none.....for the spirit you are..
The distance each days increases quantum folds
But my feelings are still reaching and holding...
Usually i meet people like you for a maximum of 2 hours and then we depart and forever more i treasure those "Moments" of time as one would treasure rainbow coloured diamonds. I got so use to having these short moments that i did not expect them to last for more than that. I made them acceptable for my existence, never expecting them to last for ever as i use to. For when i expected the moments to last for eternity then even that short moment would be destroyed of its loving memory. I suppose it was the fear of losing that loving memory that my expectations were reduced..
Never imagined that is this life time in this existence that those loving moments could span as they did for 3 nights and four day with you is existence in them.
I will bear whatever
As long as I know what to bear.
What I can not bear
Is the unknown …
This to me is unbearable..
I can not accept this time
After coming through the previous time.
If there was no previous time
Then this time is the same
As the time before previous time.
But there was a discontinuity in
The continuity of our time.
There was a break of
3 nights and 4 days.
It is too long to be counted as a dream.
May be I had hit my head
And thus placed in a state of unconsciousness.
I seek to know what you to have to bear.
I seek how you found those days gone.
I seek news from your heart.
I seek your guides to awake you.
I seek your voice to return.
I seek to know why your voice left
I seek an ending or a beginning.
I will seek untill am told not to seek..
Extract from Gitanjali Poem by Indian Poet Tagore
If thou speakest not I will fill my heart with thy silence and
endure it. I will keep still and wait like the night with starry
vigil and its head bent low with patience.
The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and thy
voice pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.
Then thy words will take wing in songs from every one of my
birds' nests, and thy melodies will break forth in flowers in all
my forest groves. On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained
unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from
my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the
south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it
seemed to me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking
for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that
this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own
heart.
I must launch out my boat. The languid hours pass by on the
shore--Alas for me!
The spring has done its flowering and taken leave. And now with
the burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger.
The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady
lane the yellow leaves flutter and fall.
What emptiness do you gaze upon! Do you not feel a thrill
passing through the air with the notes of the far-away song
floating from the other shore?
In the deep shadows of the rainy July, with secret steps, thou
walkest, silent as night, eluding all watchers.
Today the morning has closed its eyes, heedless of the insistent
calls of the loud east wind, and a thick veil has been drawn over
the ever-wakeful blue sky.
The woodlands have hushed their songs, and doors are all shut at
every house. Thou art the solitary wayfarer in this deserted
street. Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open
in my house--do not pass by like a dream.
Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy journey of love, my
friend? The sky groans like one in despair.
I have no sleep tonight. Ever and again I open my door and look
out on the darkness, my friend!
I can see nothing before me. I wonder where lies thy path!
By what dim shore of the ink-black river, by what far edge of the
frowning forest, through what mazy depth of gloom art thou
threading thy course to come to me, my friend?
Beloved I could go on and on maybe ………
Knowing you was magic
Not knowing you now is tragic
Not knowing you before knowing you was ignorance
Not knowing you after having known you is intolerance
Not knowing now is crazy
Knowing now nothing is not easy
Having known you to exist
Now having to know to insist
Having known you to see
Now having to know to be free
Having known you to hear
Now having to know to not to be near
Having known you to touch
Now having to know not to much
Having known you to hold
Now having to know to be cold
Having known you to talk
Now having to know how to again walk
Having known you to simile
Now having to know to what while
Having known you to laugh
Now having to know my other halve
Having known you to share
Now having to know whether you care
Having known you to be with
Now having to know why you hid
Having known you to eat
Now having to know when we meet
Having known you to drink
Now having to know what to think
Beloved I could go on and on maybe ………
Not knowing you now is tragic
Not knowing you before knowing you was ignorance
Not knowing you after having known you is intolerance
Not knowing now is crazy
Knowing now nothing is not easy
Having known you to exist
Now having to know to insist
Having known you to see
Now having to know to be free
Having known you to hear
Now having to know to not to be near
Having known you to touch
Now having to know not to much
Having known you to hold
Now having to know to be cold
Having known you to talk
Now having to know how to again walk
Having known you to simile
Now having to know to what while
Having known you to laugh
Now having to know my other halve
Having known you to share
Now having to know whether you care
Having known you to be with
Now having to know why you hid
Having known you to eat
Now having to know when we meet
Having known you to drink
Now having to know what to think
Beloved I could go on and on maybe ………
Saw You Yesterday
Saw you yesterday and just as I were asking you to stay i awoke
i am not missing you but only just realizing you again
i read your words from your hands, when you wrote the constitution
it were an amazing piece of literature, an amazing work in art
where are you, can you not write anymore
are words and messages censored
i am at times called a prophet but i am not him yet
at times i am called an angel but i am not her too
and most of all at times I call myself god but god is not me yet
i live here and not there
then in the next instance i am there and not here
in small moments i am there and here and that is when i be god
i have lost the time and the space
watches dont work, watches dont exist
there is no time betwix the yesterday and tomorrow
and so in timeless and nothingness i do exist
i am not missing you but only just realizing you again
i read your words from your hands, when you wrote the constitution
it were an amazing piece of literature, an amazing work in art
where are you, can you not write anymore
are words and messages censored
i am at times called a prophet but i am not him yet
at times i am called an angel but i am not her too
and most of all at times I call myself god but god is not me yet
i live here and not there
then in the next instance i am there and not here
in small moments i am there and here and that is when i be god
i have lost the time and the space
watches dont work, watches dont exist
there is no time betwix the yesterday and tomorrow
and so in timeless and nothingness i do exist
THIS LIFETIME
In a life full of changes,
I'm waiting for a love silently
Having passed so many turns, so much disappointed feelings
I don't wanna say good bye, I'm still hoping for a love legend
I won't give it up, I'm not afraid to keep running
It's your hands that silently lightens up this love
It's your voice that accompanies my dreams every night
I give out my true heart and my real beauty
I think of you endlessly every day
In this lifetime,
I'm willing to abandon all earthly things to fly away with you
We'll laugh and sing in the wind
Feeling grateful for the faith that I can meet you
All bitterness will become sweetness
No matter if the sky and sea will become old,
I only know that this love will only stay young
I wanna make a promise in this lifetime
To hold each other in the next
I'm waiting for a love silently
Having passed so many turns, so much disappointed feelings
I don't wanna say good bye, I'm still hoping for a love legend
I won't give it up, I'm not afraid to keep running
It's your hands that silently lightens up this love
It's your voice that accompanies my dreams every night
I give out my true heart and my real beauty
I think of you endlessly every day
In this lifetime,
I'm willing to abandon all earthly things to fly away with you
We'll laugh and sing in the wind
Feeling grateful for the faith that I can meet you
All bitterness will become sweetness
No matter if the sky and sea will become old,
I only know that this love will only stay young
I wanna make a promise in this lifetime
To hold each other in the next
Monday, 20 July 2009
My Alchemist
You wouldn’t believe what I believe
You wouldn’t trust what I trust
As always I am at the cusp
In space and in time
I am not alone for I have ray
& ray is not alone for he has me
However the union
As there once was
Is proving still elusive
Maybe she is exclusive
So in her absence & in the interim
He writes, with photos and words
For when she comes
She will know me
Even if i am not there anymore...
Wednesday, August 27, 2008 5:44:06 PM
You wouldn’t trust what I trust
As always I am at the cusp
In space and in time
I am not alone for I have ray
& ray is not alone for he has me
However the union
As there once was
Is proving still elusive
Maybe she is exclusive
So in her absence & in the interim
He writes, with photos and words
For when she comes
She will know me
Even if i am not there anymore...
Wednesday, August 27, 2008 5:44:06 PM
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
Outpourings of the Past
'Knowing you was Magic' the rest..
Wednesday, 4 August, 2004 12:11 PM
Knowing you was magicNot knowing you now is tragicNot knowing you before knowing you was ignoranceNot knowing you after having known you is intolerance Not knowing now is crazyKnowing now nothing is not easyHaving known you to existNow having to know to insistHaving known you to seeNow having to know to be freeHaving known you to hearNow having to know to not to be nearHaving known you to touchNow having to know to non muchHaving known you to holdNow having to know to be coldHaving known you to talkNow having to know how to again walkHaving known you to simileNow having to know to what whileHaving known you to laughNow having to know my other halveHaving known you to shareNow having to know whether you careHaving known you to be withNow having to know why you hidHaving known you to eatNow having to know when we meetHaving known you to drinkNow having to know what to think My Beloved I could go on and on maybe ………
LoveRaymond (24 days later)
My Diary Entry For Today Was As Follows:......................................................
Sunday, 15 August, 2004 12:16 PM
Was on the edge of being able to fly
As i have done many times in my sleep
I thought now it was for real
I thought i had reached the edge
I thought i had reached the epoch of my existence
I thought i had reached the erudite one
The one i have seeked and seeked
We compelled on issues of peace
On issues of harmony of healing within and with -out
We compelled on history and herstory
On past pains and few gains
We compelled over food and drink
Over time and space
We compelled over nothing at first and everything atsecond.
On everything and everything we compelled
The match was a match to eternity
It was perfection at the most.
It was timely its was asbolutely necessary
Through all the experieces and all the obstacles
They all suddenly made sense, they were all required
Pieces of the confusion in me.
The picture became complete
I saw with clarity and vision
But your light has been dimmed
To only a hope again
I am back to the hope scenario!
It at times feels like a hope-less scenario
With out you in it.
Seeking............
Tuesday, 13 July, 2004 12:23 PM
Beloved Hi
Your imposed silence is hurting.I never knew what your needs and expectations were.Maybe there were none.....for the spirit you are..The distance each days increases quantum foldsBut my feelings are still reaching and holding...Usually i meet people like you for a maximum of 2hours and then we depart and forever more i treasurethose "Moments" of time as one would treasure rainbowcoloured raindrops. I got so use to having these shortmoments that i did not expect them to last for morethan that. I made them acceptable for my existence,never expecting them to last for ever as i use to. Forwhen i expected the moments to last for eternity theneven that short moment would be destroyed of itsloving memory. I suppose it was the fear of losingthat loving memory that my expectations were reduced..Never imagined that is this life time in thisexistence that those loving moments could span as theydid for 3 nights and four day with you is existence inthem. I will bear whateverAs long as I know what to bear.What I can not bearIs the unknown …This to me is unbearable..I can not accept this timeAfter coming through the previous time.If there was no previous timeThen this time is the sameAs the time before previous time.But there was a discontinuity in The continuity of our time.There was a break of3 nights and 4 days.It is too long to be counted as a dream.May be I had hit my headAnd thus placed in a state of unconsciousness.I seek to know what you to have to bear.I seek how you found those days gone.I seek news from your heart.I seek your guides to awake you.I seek your voice to return.I seek to know why your voice leftI seek an ending or a beginning.I will seek untill am told not to seek..
Restless in Doha
Tuesday, 13 July, 2004 11:11 AM
I dont know if my time is going clockwise or anticlockwise. Maybe it has stopped. Should i change the batteries or maybe the spring mechanism. Since i left, since one relality ended and another started. Whichis the dream version, which is the reality version.Did i really see you , did we really talk, drink andeat. Did we really have convergence of the hearts,mins and souls..Or did i imagine it all. Is myimagination taking over, is it creating scenarios in my mind in a phyical dimension.Did the "Days In Dubai"exist, do they still exist?Or did we just meet in our dreams,......... no i havephotos of you, i have the music and books we bought,they are real, they are phyical. Maybe just to me.I feel tired i feel restless, i do not feel focussed.There is this hallow feeling, something is missing.Yet i am complete. I have lost weight or has weightlost me. You have lost your voice, so too i have lostyour voice...... your laughter. My spirit met a spirit, my soul met a soul , my mindmet a mind and my heart melted with a heart and yet iwas on my path.....my path of truth , my journey ofdiscovery....my route to freedom...........my searchfor companion-(on a)-ship. Have you returned to theship...........have you moved on or have you movedoff...If you have left, i beseech you to return toport...i implore you to look back with your heartopen....on an island is where you found me and on thisisland i will always am to remain. Come back teach meto sail, teach to build vessels so hence too i canevade this space......... this time....Khalass.... i should expect less and not more....theuniverse may hurt and also be in pain of tears as aconsequence of our union....this union.....thisco-existence........Maybe it is only the voice which has lost you...Get anew one and attune it again with your heat mind andsoul...so once again we talk, we share ....wegive.....Coincidences like ours are rare and beautiful. Theyare pure as white angelic light, there is innocense inexpression and symbiosis interactivity.......twobecome one, which defies the laws os mathematics for 2one = 2 and not 1.....I seek in wonder, in amazement, in anxiety feedback ofback feed, which ever is to be relevenat....i seek youto either way to release me from this stagnant stancei discovered myself to be today...i seek your feeling and understanding of thecircumstances of the issues...i will not believe thatall that time, space and enery was to serve no longterm purpose, or that there were to be no determinantsto evolve from.............I seek what ever resolutionyou have arrived at.....what ever positon.....whatever stance...... i (with great restraint and pain)will assure full compliance to your finaldecision.........Stranded on an island, awaiting for the shipsreturn..
my logs......
Friday, 30 July, 2004 11:48 AM
Today (18th July 2004) is harder than yesterdayMy heart filling and emptyingAlmost at the same time.I check almost every time stepFor some news from you.It is becoming unbearableTo wait for you to return Knowing that you will returnWhen is the great issue.I wish not to existNot in this stateSuspended in space and timeLost in space and time.I gave so much energyI walked away with no doubtMy imagination had not imaginedEmptiness in space and timeMy appetite has goneI am on a diet of none choosingMy zest for life has goneNo longer wish to look againNo longer wish to share openlyRound and round in circles I have beenMeeting you time and time againEach time I was not preparedThere was something’s I needed to evolveThat way I could move on.And yet still now I need to evolve.Again and againWhat is it to be nowI need to go deep inside this timeAnd I need to reach high aboveLike you I need to touch my guidesNeed my guides to touch me.A solution has to be defined.A resolution has to me made.My life and my world are separateEither you come into my lifeOr you enter into my worldIn both I need a companion.
19th July 19, 2004
My heart has become fragileIts energy has been drainedIf you are leaving today Then now (14:41pm) you are on the plane14.50 pm is the schedule time of departureYour flight is Middle East Air flight 427Due to arrive 17.10 pm in Beirut17.10 pm will bring some closure.14.50 pm in 4 minutes will bring some closureMaybe you are not going today.Maybe it is still on the 24th July 19, 2004That you end you tenure in Dubai.To say the least the recent days goneHave been nothing but brutalAlone with my emotions and feelingsI could have sacrificed myself. You taxed me not to worry.These are some words to hold onto.I still love the universe.I still seek its energy.I need to meditateTo seek within To search withoutSome meaningMaybe it was just to exchange books As we did give.But but that could not been allThe universe plans are not that small.21/07/04I will write our edition of the Celestine ProphecyIn this version we will discover the 10 and the 11insights.But first I will need to discover you again.It will start with a new search.Tell me how I will find you againWhere and whenGive me some directionsGive me a point in space and time.I don’t care how far I don’t care how longI don’t even care which lifeJust I care where and when.I will travel on massI will travel on airI will travel on waterI will travel through dreamsI will travel through various scenesThrough forests and junglesThrough plains and dessertsOn mountain topsAnd on valley floorsIn ancient caves And in hearts and mindsI will seek and seek.Under every stoneUnder shadows of every leaf,Above every cloud And behind every starI will seek and seek.22/07/04In every pray I ask for youIn every meditation I echo your nameSoon I know the date, time and placeWill arrive where you arrive.To then it is a new journeyRumi wrote “The cure is in the pain”As now I am in the pain And so soon I will find in me the cure.23/07/04I believe that we don’t hold within our heartsBut we hold each others.That is why our hearts are always at painsFor they always long their true person.When the hearts within cryThey cry because of their isolation.When two loves meet And each has the others heartThen there is a sense of wholenessA fulfillment of completeness.A union of destiny and fate.
Wednesday, 4 August, 2004 12:11 PM
Knowing you was magicNot knowing you now is tragicNot knowing you before knowing you was ignoranceNot knowing you after having known you is intolerance Not knowing now is crazyKnowing now nothing is not easyHaving known you to existNow having to know to insistHaving known you to seeNow having to know to be freeHaving known you to hearNow having to know to not to be nearHaving known you to touchNow having to know to non muchHaving known you to holdNow having to know to be coldHaving known you to talkNow having to know how to again walkHaving known you to simileNow having to know to what whileHaving known you to laughNow having to know my other halveHaving known you to shareNow having to know whether you careHaving known you to be withNow having to know why you hidHaving known you to eatNow having to know when we meetHaving known you to drinkNow having to know what to think My Beloved I could go on and on maybe ………
LoveRaymond (24 days later)
My Diary Entry For Today Was As Follows:......................................................
Sunday, 15 August, 2004 12:16 PM
Was on the edge of being able to fly
As i have done many times in my sleep
I thought now it was for real
I thought i had reached the edge
I thought i had reached the epoch of my existence
I thought i had reached the erudite one
The one i have seeked and seeked
We compelled on issues of peace
On issues of harmony of healing within and with -out
We compelled on history and herstory
On past pains and few gains
We compelled over food and drink
Over time and space
We compelled over nothing at first and everything atsecond.
On everything and everything we compelled
The match was a match to eternity
It was perfection at the most.
It was timely its was asbolutely necessary
Through all the experieces and all the obstacles
They all suddenly made sense, they were all required
Pieces of the confusion in me.
The picture became complete
I saw with clarity and vision
But your light has been dimmed
To only a hope again
I am back to the hope scenario!
It at times feels like a hope-less scenario
With out you in it.
Seeking............
Tuesday, 13 July, 2004 12:23 PM
Beloved Hi
Your imposed silence is hurting.I never knew what your needs and expectations were.Maybe there were none.....for the spirit you are..The distance each days increases quantum foldsBut my feelings are still reaching and holding...Usually i meet people like you for a maximum of 2hours and then we depart and forever more i treasurethose "Moments" of time as one would treasure rainbowcoloured raindrops. I got so use to having these shortmoments that i did not expect them to last for morethan that. I made them acceptable for my existence,never expecting them to last for ever as i use to. Forwhen i expected the moments to last for eternity theneven that short moment would be destroyed of itsloving memory. I suppose it was the fear of losingthat loving memory that my expectations were reduced..Never imagined that is this life time in thisexistence that those loving moments could span as theydid for 3 nights and four day with you is existence inthem. I will bear whateverAs long as I know what to bear.What I can not bearIs the unknown …This to me is unbearable..I can not accept this timeAfter coming through the previous time.If there was no previous timeThen this time is the sameAs the time before previous time.But there was a discontinuity in The continuity of our time.There was a break of3 nights and 4 days.It is too long to be counted as a dream.May be I had hit my headAnd thus placed in a state of unconsciousness.I seek to know what you to have to bear.I seek how you found those days gone.I seek news from your heart.I seek your guides to awake you.I seek your voice to return.I seek to know why your voice leftI seek an ending or a beginning.I will seek untill am told not to seek..
Restless in Doha
Tuesday, 13 July, 2004 11:11 AM
I dont know if my time is going clockwise or anticlockwise. Maybe it has stopped. Should i change the batteries or maybe the spring mechanism. Since i left, since one relality ended and another started. Whichis the dream version, which is the reality version.Did i really see you , did we really talk, drink andeat. Did we really have convergence of the hearts,mins and souls..Or did i imagine it all. Is myimagination taking over, is it creating scenarios in my mind in a phyical dimension.Did the "Days In Dubai"exist, do they still exist?Or did we just meet in our dreams,......... no i havephotos of you, i have the music and books we bought,they are real, they are phyical. Maybe just to me.I feel tired i feel restless, i do not feel focussed.There is this hallow feeling, something is missing.Yet i am complete. I have lost weight or has weightlost me. You have lost your voice, so too i have lostyour voice...... your laughter. My spirit met a spirit, my soul met a soul , my mindmet a mind and my heart melted with a heart and yet iwas on my path.....my path of truth , my journey ofdiscovery....my route to freedom...........my searchfor companion-(on a)-ship. Have you returned to theship...........have you moved on or have you movedoff...If you have left, i beseech you to return toport...i implore you to look back with your heartopen....on an island is where you found me and on thisisland i will always am to remain. Come back teach meto sail, teach to build vessels so hence too i canevade this space......... this time....Khalass.... i should expect less and not more....theuniverse may hurt and also be in pain of tears as aconsequence of our union....this union.....thisco-existence........Maybe it is only the voice which has lost you...Get anew one and attune it again with your heat mind andsoul...so once again we talk, we share ....wegive.....Coincidences like ours are rare and beautiful. Theyare pure as white angelic light, there is innocense inexpression and symbiosis interactivity.......twobecome one, which defies the laws os mathematics for 2one = 2 and not 1.....I seek in wonder, in amazement, in anxiety feedback ofback feed, which ever is to be relevenat....i seek youto either way to release me from this stagnant stancei discovered myself to be today...i seek your feeling and understanding of thecircumstances of the issues...i will not believe thatall that time, space and enery was to serve no longterm purpose, or that there were to be no determinantsto evolve from.............I seek what ever resolutionyou have arrived at.....what ever positon.....whatever stance...... i (with great restraint and pain)will assure full compliance to your finaldecision.........Stranded on an island, awaiting for the shipsreturn..
my logs......
Friday, 30 July, 2004 11:48 AM
Today (18th July 2004) is harder than yesterdayMy heart filling and emptyingAlmost at the same time.I check almost every time stepFor some news from you.It is becoming unbearableTo wait for you to return Knowing that you will returnWhen is the great issue.I wish not to existNot in this stateSuspended in space and timeLost in space and time.I gave so much energyI walked away with no doubtMy imagination had not imaginedEmptiness in space and timeMy appetite has goneI am on a diet of none choosingMy zest for life has goneNo longer wish to look againNo longer wish to share openlyRound and round in circles I have beenMeeting you time and time againEach time I was not preparedThere was something’s I needed to evolveThat way I could move on.And yet still now I need to evolve.Again and againWhat is it to be nowI need to go deep inside this timeAnd I need to reach high aboveLike you I need to touch my guidesNeed my guides to touch me.A solution has to be defined.A resolution has to me made.My life and my world are separateEither you come into my lifeOr you enter into my worldIn both I need a companion.
19th July 19, 2004
My heart has become fragileIts energy has been drainedIf you are leaving today Then now (14:41pm) you are on the plane14.50 pm is the schedule time of departureYour flight is Middle East Air flight 427Due to arrive 17.10 pm in Beirut17.10 pm will bring some closure.14.50 pm in 4 minutes will bring some closureMaybe you are not going today.Maybe it is still on the 24th July 19, 2004That you end you tenure in Dubai.To say the least the recent days goneHave been nothing but brutalAlone with my emotions and feelingsI could have sacrificed myself. You taxed me not to worry.These are some words to hold onto.I still love the universe.I still seek its energy.I need to meditateTo seek within To search withoutSome meaningMaybe it was just to exchange books As we did give.But but that could not been allThe universe plans are not that small.21/07/04I will write our edition of the Celestine ProphecyIn this version we will discover the 10 and the 11insights.But first I will need to discover you again.It will start with a new search.Tell me how I will find you againWhere and whenGive me some directionsGive me a point in space and time.I don’t care how far I don’t care how longI don’t even care which lifeJust I care where and when.I will travel on massI will travel on airI will travel on waterI will travel through dreamsI will travel through various scenesThrough forests and junglesThrough plains and dessertsOn mountain topsAnd on valley floorsIn ancient caves And in hearts and mindsI will seek and seek.Under every stoneUnder shadows of every leaf,Above every cloud And behind every starI will seek and seek.22/07/04In every pray I ask for youIn every meditation I echo your nameSoon I know the date, time and placeWill arrive where you arrive.To then it is a new journeyRumi wrote “The cure is in the pain”As now I am in the pain And so soon I will find in me the cure.23/07/04I believe that we don’t hold within our heartsBut we hold each others.That is why our hearts are always at painsFor they always long their true person.When the hearts within cryThey cry because of their isolation.When two loves meet And each has the others heartThen there is a sense of wholenessA fulfillment of completeness.A union of destiny and fate.
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
We Must Dream To Our Reality
Reality is but forth from Dreams
Thus Dream(s) come first
And thus once a reality is established
Then again it is necessary
To create the next reality
For reality can not exist without
That Dream(s)
Like day can not exist without Night
We must Dream to our reality
Dreams are necessary
When the two are in one
We have a portal forwarding
Thus Dream(s) come first
And thus once a reality is established
Then again it is necessary
To create the next reality
For reality can not exist without
That Dream(s)
Like day can not exist without Night
We must Dream to our reality
Dreams are necessary
When the two are in one
We have a portal forwarding
We Did Not Leave Each Other.........
We did not leave one another in povertyWe aren't needy thus greedyYou are free to love And you are free to be lovedTherein is my blessing for it, with my hearts felt love... I have read too much words of GibranI have read too many thoughts of Rumi.He asks me " R U ME", each time i Call the Beloved.And so this heart in me is nowBeyond this body of me How else can one be.But to continue to grow,Not inwardly to a collapsed pointBut outwardly to an opened heartTo an awakened heart that was once sleeping I look at the seed in the left handThen i look at the fruit in the right hand.Betwix the two is the expanseOf the universe of time and space.If that growth is denied then there is no fruit And no need of the seed eitherNo need for the farmer or his stockNo need for earth, wind, fire, light and waterThe whole purpose of existence is sacrificedBecause of our two hands and their limited holds
As long as I keep reading and especially Rumi then I find sustenance ……..
As long as I keep reading and especially Rumi then I find sustenance ……..
Monday, 15 June 2009
Sunday, 17 May 2009
Nothing is Lost or Gained
I don't lose things anymore
Nothing is ever lost or gone
Only when i say it is
And i don't say that anymore
When this becomes belief
Then all that is and was, is
All is contained
In quantum time to space
Things go away though
And at some interval of time
Things arrange and change
To reappear in new x,y,z's
It is the same but changed
Don't we get it......
E is not lost in mc squared
Though mc are variable, E is not
So where are you in all of this
Where be am i
We be variables of the constant
Which is you, which me
At times with speed you come and go
And at times with speed you stay a while
In spaces with mass i rise and fall
And in spaces with mass i exist a while
Or be you mass and i light (ray)
Whatever it be
We are proven
To = a constant
Laws of science say
Nothing is lost or gained
For once it is observed
It is considered then universal and invariable
And so from these eyes to this heart
I did deeply observe
You dear of dearest
As one of the many, many of the you
Do you recall the energy (E)
Do you recall the light (c)
Do you recall the gravity (m)
Foremost do you recall how we were (=)
written on 01/20/00/18/05/09
inspired by a pencil that i had not found for a few days
and written whilst listening the soundtrack to the movie "THE LAST SAMURAI"
Nothing is ever lost or gone
Only when i say it is
And i don't say that anymore
When this becomes belief
Then all that is and was, is
All is contained
In quantum time to space
Things go away though
And at some interval of time
Things arrange and change
To reappear in new x,y,z's
It is the same but changed
Don't we get it......
E is not lost in mc squared
Though mc are variable, E is not
So where are you in all of this
Where be am i
We be variables of the constant
Which is you, which me
At times with speed you come and go
And at times with speed you stay a while
In spaces with mass i rise and fall
And in spaces with mass i exist a while
Or be you mass and i light (ray)
Whatever it be
We are proven
To = a constant
Laws of science say
Nothing is lost or gained
For once it is observed
It is considered then universal and invariable
And so from these eyes to this heart
I did deeply observe
You dear of dearest
As one of the many, many of the you
Do you recall the energy (E)
Do you recall the light (c)
Do you recall the gravity (m)
Foremost do you recall how we were (=)
written on 01/20/00/18/05/09
inspired by a pencil that i had not found for a few days
and written whilst listening the soundtrack to the movie "THE LAST SAMURAI"
Friday, 15 May 2009
Who Says Words With My Mouth
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I am sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.
The drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober.
Meanwhile I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words in my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes?
What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking. (- as king)
If I could taste one sip of the answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here on my own accord,
And I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to me home.
This poetry.
I never know what I am going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I am outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
Writ tn by: Rumi
Written when: 13th century
Written where: Konya Turkey
Genre: Persain Poets
Translated by: Coleman Bark
Notes: I nearly copied and posted these words into this blog, but that would not have done justice to the Master and neither would that have been honourable.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I am sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.
The drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober.
Meanwhile I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words in my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes?
What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking. (- as king)
If I could taste one sip of the answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here on my own accord,
And I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to me home.
This poetry.
I never know what I am going to say.
I don't plan it.
When I am outside the saying of it,
I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.
Writ tn by: Rumi
Written when: 13th century
Written where: Konya Turkey
Genre: Persain Poets
Translated by: Coleman Bark
Notes: I nearly copied and posted these words into this blog, but that would not have done justice to the Master and neither would that have been honourable.
To Find What Is There Already
some expressions, some feeling can not be scripted by the pen, but drawn by the brush...
the brush was allowed freedom to say from the who in me......
there was no thought about what to draw other than the choice to colour(s) with and from .....
but you will see instances where i did start to think......and that was allowed too.....for what else should do.........
the composition/form came, near the end of the journey........
before that, i did not really know where i was coming or going ........ 
it did not really matter, one just had to aimlessly wonder......
through the canvas that was infront....
to brush away the white colour..........
to expose to reveal its destiny that was there already.......to find what was there already........
Expressions by a Brush inthe summer of MMIV
By Raymond Malik
Doha's New Landmarks
.....inspired by Baghdad.......
.....inspired by Cairo.............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Oh how i miss the old cities of Baghdad, Cairo, Beirut, Tripoli, Casablanca, Damascus, Persopolis, Esfahan, Shiraz, Algiers, Herat, Kabul, Istanbul and of course Konya....
Away away with the nationhood that bought us countries......
These and other great cities are enough....
Bring back the provinces.....
That gave you and I inspiration abeforetime....
Friday, 24 April 2009
Crisis - Danger / Opportunity
That line is my truth
I have no other
To offer when asked like that
I am unfortunate for it
For again and not a-gain
It does affect the world
That i am in and can't share
I don't have answer
At times not even question
For what kind of resolution
All that i know is existence
In here in this place
In this time
And if all this is
Just pure conjecture
Then don't blame me
Blame the heart,
That is not mine....
written on: about two or three weeks ago
written by: raymond malik
I have no other
To offer when asked like that
I am unfortunate for it
For again and not a-gain
It does affect the world
That i am in and can't share
I don't have answer
At times not even question
For what kind of resolution
All that i know is existence
In here in this place
In this time
And if all this is
Just pure conjecture
Then don't blame me
Blame the heart,
That is not mine....
written on: about two or three weeks ago
written by: raymond malik
Opened Heart
Try to maintain an ever opened heart
It will help to get through
Try not to be ever still
Thats only to be in photographs and portraits
Our silence (feelings and thoughts)
Is like waves which make
The sun shine and the moon reflect
And all else
Our words and actions
Are like gravity
Noise detached from the silence
Their weight makes us
Slump backwards and forwards
Like a pendulum in perpetual 2D motion
At this juncture 11.59.10/23/04/09 i dont even know for whom i am writting this text message for. I feel compelled to get these thoughts and feelings (silence) out of me. otherwise they will become internal noise. It could be for you but then again not...............
written on: 11.59.10/23/04/09
written by: raymond the malik
inspired by: opened heart
It will help to get through
Try not to be ever still
Thats only to be in photographs and portraits
Our silence (feelings and thoughts)
Is like waves which make
The sun shine and the moon reflect
And all else
Our words and actions
Are like gravity
Noise detached from the silence
Their weight makes us
Slump backwards and forwards
Like a pendulum in perpetual 2D motion
At this juncture 11.59.10/23/04/09 i dont even know for whom i am writting this text message for. I feel compelled to get these thoughts and feelings (silence) out of me. otherwise they will become internal noise. It could be for you but then again not...............
written on: 11.59.10/23/04/09
written by: raymond the malik
inspired by: opened heart
The Goings and Comings
I am here now
But this is not all
I am there now
But this is not all either
For i am there now but older
And i am there now but younger
There is no past tense
To say that i was
And there is no future tense
To say that i will
I am for every moment since
And likewise
I am for every moment hence
The me before still is
The me to be there is
For i lived yesterday
And i live now
Then why can't i see
That too in the morrow i live
In the now
Somewhere and somehow
Each moment that i have expired
And each moment to be expired
Exists and does so
Internally, externally, infinitely
These are the so called
Parallel worlds
And so from the now (know) of the Now
To the now (know) of the Then
To the now (know) of the There
There is a link
We are connected
Akin to the domino piece
I can fall backwards
And collapse all that is behind
Or
I can fall forward and collapse
All that is ahead
Or
Akin to a ray of light
From t he now of t he Nows
Illuminating the by-gones
When reflecting
And illuminating the be-comes
When projecting
Each beat of my heart
Is alive and well
Each beat of my heart to be
Is alive and well
The before has only gone
The next is only to come
The come and they go
They arrive and they depart
But this isn't simply a situation
Of goings and comings
When observed aright
Going isn't other than coming
Beat from the before
Brings balance to the point
Of the now for the
Beat of t he be-after
The poin of now is
Only pivotal, but
This is no small matter
For no matter how much
The variance betwix
Before and thereafter
There is always now
Being centered is
Neither here or there
Being balanced is be and all
From the now cure the past
And heal the future existence
Or heal the past and cure the future
From the now
Find the pivot point
for the be-fore and be-after
by affecting the before and after you will live in the now and in a balanced way
written on: 28:10:07:02:09:31
written by: raymond the malik
inspired by: Mahmud Shabistari work "Garden of Mystery" Lines " yet this isn't a situation
of coming and going. when observed aright going isn't other than coming"
footnote: just imagine that each beat of the heart that has been and is to be and is now is
always alive and well in existence. what a quantum affect!
But this is not all
I am there now
But this is not all either
For i am there now but older
And i am there now but younger
There is no past tense
To say that i was
And there is no future tense
To say that i will
I am for every moment since
And likewise
I am for every moment hence
The me before still is
The me to be there is
For i lived yesterday
And i live now
Then why can't i see
That too in the morrow i live
In the now
Somewhere and somehow
Each moment that i have expired
And each moment to be expired
Exists and does so
Internally, externally, infinitely
These are the so called
Parallel worlds
And so from the now (know) of the Now
To the now (know) of the Then
To the now (know) of the There
There is a link
We are connected
Akin to the domino piece
I can fall backwards
And collapse all that is behind
Or
I can fall forward and collapse
All that is ahead
Or
Akin to a ray of light
From t he now of t he Nows
Illuminating the by-gones
When reflecting
And illuminating the be-comes
When projecting
Each beat of my heart
Is alive and well
Each beat of my heart to be
Is alive and well
The before has only gone
The next is only to come
The come and they go
They arrive and they depart
But this isn't simply a situation
Of goings and comings
When observed aright
Going isn't other than coming
Beat from the before
Brings balance to the point
Of the now for the
Beat of t he be-after
The poin of now is
Only pivotal, but
This is no small matter
For no matter how much
The variance betwix
Before and thereafter
There is always now
Being centered is
Neither here or there
Being balanced is be and all
From the now cure the past
And heal the future existence
Or heal the past and cure the future
From the now
Find the pivot point
for the be-fore and be-after
by affecting the before and after you will live in the now and in a balanced way
written on: 28:10:07:02:09:31
written by: raymond the malik
inspired by: Mahmud Shabistari work "Garden of Mystery" Lines " yet this isn't a situation
of coming and going. when observed aright going isn't other than coming"
footnote: just imagine that each beat of the heart that has been and is to be and is now is
always alive and well in existence. what a quantum affect!
Friday, 27 March 2009
Celestine
"Man is a transitional being.
He is not final.
The step from man is to superman
The next approaching achievement in the earth's evolution.
It is inevitable because it is at once the intention of the inner spirit
And the logic of Nature's process".
by: Sri Aurobindo August 15, 1872-December 5, 1950 an Indian nationalist, scholar, poet, mystic, evolutionary philosopher & yogi.
He is not final.
The step from man is to superman
The next approaching achievement in the earth's evolution.
It is inevitable because it is at once the intention of the inner spirit
And the logic of Nature's process".
by: Sri Aurobindo August 15, 1872-December 5, 1950 an Indian nationalist, scholar, poet, mystic, evolutionary philosopher & yogi.
From The Soul of Rumi
Because of Willfulness
People sit in jail
The trapped bird's wings are tied
Fish sizzle in the skillet
You've seen a magistrate
Inflict visisble punishment
Now see the invisisble
If you could leave your selfishness
You would see how
You've been torturing you soul
We are born and live inside
Black water is a well
How could we know
What an open field of sunlight is?
Don't insist on going
Where you think you want to go
Ask the way to the spring
Your living pieces
Will form harmony
There is a moving palace
That floats in the air
With balconies and
Clear water flowing through
Infinity everywhere
Yet contained under a single tent
From the soul of Rumi, 800 years ago......
People sit in jail
The trapped bird's wings are tied
Fish sizzle in the skillet
You've seen a magistrate
Inflict visisble punishment
Now see the invisisble
If you could leave your selfishness
You would see how
You've been torturing you soul
We are born and live inside
Black water is a well
How could we know
What an open field of sunlight is?
Don't insist on going
Where you think you want to go
Ask the way to the spring
Your living pieces
Will form harmony
There is a moving palace
That floats in the air
With balconies and
Clear water flowing through
Infinity everywhere
Yet contained under a single tent
From the soul of Rumi, 800 years ago......
Great Ray Boxing.......On the Tube
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8Zro2Lb4as
There is rage, but it is gentle rage.
I was not acting for the camera
But i am an actor
The takeoff in the round (that was from within)
I am not a Ragging Bull
By the birth star sent, I so am a Goat Ragging
You shall need headphones too
For there is an almost silent soundtrack - Enjoy........
I was 43 years young then
There is rage, but it is gentle rage.
I was not acting for the camera
But i am an actor
The takeoff in the round (that was from within)
I am not a Ragging Bull
By the birth star sent, I so am a Goat Ragging
You shall need headphones too
For there is an almost silent soundtrack - Enjoy........
I was 43 years young then
Forbidden
If there is such a thing as Forbidden Love
Then that is me for you
Forbidden or not
Shared or not
Given of not, regardless
It is for you
What ever they say
What ever they have said
It is real & pure enough
Yes it is limited by only
Time & space, that separates
But beyond these
Dimensions, there is no limit.
There is only eternity to
Infinity & infinity to eternity
And once i have loved
I can not un-Love
There is no duality
In matters of such
There is only my unity for you
And as i it is forevermore.
As I am conscious of you
& so i am conscious of my love for you.
Being an observer of my consciousness,
Rather than being just conscious
Then it takes it to a new level/portal.
It brings it to this moment
It makes it live as in this now.
I don't know about you
But i am a drunkard on you..........
scripted/drafted/written: 08/10/08/22/30/31
Then that is me for you
Forbidden or not
Shared or not
Given of not, regardless
It is for you
What ever they say
What ever they have said
It is real & pure enough
Yes it is limited by only
Time & space, that separates
But beyond these
Dimensions, there is no limit.
There is only eternity to
Infinity & infinity to eternity
And once i have loved
I can not un-Love
There is no duality
In matters of such
There is only my unity for you
And as i it is forevermore.
As I am conscious of you
& so i am conscious of my love for you.
Being an observer of my consciousness,
Rather than being just conscious
Then it takes it to a new level/portal.
It brings it to this moment
It makes it live as in this now.
I don't know about you
But i am a drunkard on you..........
scripted/drafted/written: 08/10/08/22/30/31
Again and A-Gain !!!
When will i see you again
How much time must i wait
When will you see me again
How much time must you wait
What must i prove again and again
How much space must i allow
What must you prove again and again
How much space must you allow
Again & again and yet there
Is no A-Gain but again
What is it that we do not see
What is it that we do not hear
I can't make you but I
& you can't make I but you.
scripted/written on 04/09/08/02/57/41.5
How much time must i wait
When will you see me again
How much time must you wait
What must i prove again and again
How much space must i allow
What must you prove again and again
How much space must you allow
Again & again and yet there
Is no A-Gain but again
What is it that we do not see
What is it that we do not hear
I can't make you but I
& you can't make I but you.
scripted/written on 04/09/08/02/57/41.5
Thursday, 26 March 2009
Because I Love
It is because I Love
For the sake of being in Love
That I have Love for you
It is not because of you
That I (& we) Love
It is because of Love
That I (& we) do.
It is from the infinite
That in you I am finite
It is from the expanse of all
That I come (seek) the concert of you
To go from the infinite
To the all
Then forever to the never
I am poorer in the poverty of the all.
written/scripted on 27/08/08/22/34/17
Friday, 6 February 2009
The Secret Rose Garden
This bouquet of scented blossoms
I have plucked from the garden,
And have called it "The Secret Rose Garden."
In it are blooming
Roses of the mysteries of the heart
Untold before;
In it the tongues of the lilies are all singing,
And the eyes of the narcissus behold all, far and near,
Gaze at each one of these with your heart's eyes
Till you doubts melt away
You will see tradition, earthly and mystical truths,
All arranged clearly in knowledge of .
detail.
Do not seek with cold eyes to find blemishes,
Or the roses will turn to thorns as you gaze.
Ingratitude is a sign of ignorance
For those who know the truth are thankful.
When you remember me, breathe "Mercy be upon him."
I am ending with my own name,
"O Lord, grant me a 'Lauded' end."
Written by: Sa'd Ud Din Mahmud Shabistari born at Shabistar, near Tabriz, about A.D. 1250.
I have plucked from the garden,
And have called it "The Secret Rose Garden."
In it are blooming
Roses of the mysteries of the heart
Untold before;
In it the tongues of the lilies are all singing,
And the eyes of the narcissus behold all, far and near,
Gaze at each one of these with your heart's eyes
Till you doubts melt away
You will see tradition, earthly and mystical truths,
All arranged clearly in knowledge of .
detail.
Do not seek with cold eyes to find blemishes,
Or the roses will turn to thorns as you gaze.
Ingratitude is a sign of ignorance
For those who know the truth are thankful.
When you remember me, breathe "Mercy be upon him."
I am ending with my own name,
"O Lord, grant me a 'Lauded' end."
Written by: Sa'd Ud Din Mahmud Shabistari born at Shabistar, near Tabriz, about A.D. 1250.
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