Tag Archives: spirituality
This poem, simple as it is, means a lot to me. It is a journey, a kind of spiritual odyssey to the unknown. It features a sea, a moon, lightning, thunder, a boat and a traveller. I rank it among … Continue reading
They come back with the spring, the good earth sighs and sends them forth in the redness of the anemone.
In Arabic the name of the flower, anemone, is Shaqaïq Al Noman, meaning the wounds of the god. The name is derived from the old rituals of celebrating the spring as the earth is renewed and puts forth its flowers … Continue reading
A Prayer Let love be greater than pain and the terror of suffering. let it hold pain in its arms and sing it to sleep peacefully. Let love be mightier than hate. Let love softly softly breathe the kiss … Continue reading
What is pulling me to poetry more and more as the Syrian trsgedy continues to spiral towards the ultimate, is that poetry invents it own language and speaks with a logic that defies logic in its attempt to confront pain … Continue reading
Sensibilities The only thing that brute force and armed tyranny cannot defeat is the intellect and the soul. Even if they kill and destroy many of us the word will live, the thought will live, the creative energy of the Revolution will … Continue reading
ايها الناقوس رِنَ… رنَ… رنَ رنّم… رنّم… رنّم الا ان الرنة الضائعة هي الرنة .التي تقرع في قلبي *لقد صار قلبي، لا، ليس قارة *وليس مرعى لغزلان وليس بيتا لاوثان أوكعبة طائف فلقد صار مجرّة وصار هذا الكون الذي … Continue reading
In the beginning was the word. Kun fayakoun, be and it was. READ the word for the word is power, creation and life. Words can resurrect, grace, sing, paint and call with the voice of the sea, with the voice … Continue reading
Sometimes I close my eyes and try to recollect the person I was before the coming of pain, before my life became an open register of suffering, not my own suffering but the suffering of others, which inevitably took on … Continue reading
Let the soul, whole and inviolate, fly high high above our human frailty and inadequacy. Let love, sovereign and triumphant be the healer, be the compassionate. Fly magnificent bird, fly and let there be freedom.
Though be pain, suffering and baptism by fire, the blue rainbow is waiting and there will be freedom and emancipation. Let us imagine that breaking from our chains is but the dance of the tortured soul between slavery and ecstasy. … Continue reading