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"

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.

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

Dirty Rooms

15th May 2009 - in Mamoura

25th May 2007 in Dafna

From Eternity to Here

From Eternity (& beyond)




To Here

& then where......Back to Eternity Again...

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....