Hello Admires…
It’s been a while since I’ve logged in again. I really want to pay my gratuity for those who still are subscribed. Just haven’t been creative lately, as one the chair of my school puts it in perfect words; his incredible 25 years of experience teaching, topped with holding a leadership position as a master academia personality. Says it all, “Some people have plenty of time at hands but no money, and there is another group who don’t have time but money – the point of your life should be to have both time and money” these aren’t the exact words he used but pretty close to our last conversation at his office. Let’s just say I’m a follower of this philosophy. It fascinating to see the abundance open it’s gates to you and how the universal powers work in your favour once you align every breath of your being in a purpose you’d almost feel to good to be true. As in lucid.
Let me just start the practice of gearing up the mind with what it’s actually thinking of behind the scenes rather than occasionally mumbling about a moment which struck me in the past.
Ready? Let’s just write it in a poem, shall-we?
Tunes patterning into the bloodstream,
A paper, A pen, A coffee
Mind rushing to intact,
In ink what the tongue can’t say aloud,
Looking for no one,
Yet, something is lost,
What is it? A crow passes by,
Flying high, fading away,
Must be in the stars,
What felt so lost yesterday,
I see it clearly,
It’s so faceless as I see it in the clouds,
White, rainy sometimes grey and edgy,
Sky’s surface so blue and wide,
Just one look makes you forget,
The problems, emotions, or fears,
Vision enlarging to bright to stand,
Cosmos are searching to open abundance,
For those who have spines,
Stand-up now it’s time to step-it-up,
That’s good to have that out of the system. Now, I can focus, smile and just be a peace. Not really but sort of. It is just a therapy which provides fixtures of calmness to the furious brain.
“Writing it’s a tool best used when expressed so grab and write, it’s magical”– Faran Karem
The chained doors around cross path crossing The road to eternal existence The barriers of the red neon light Only to store a version of stop All else failed Destiny took out early to a reborn shine Now cross path crossing Seems to be clever with echoes of tales of haunting spirits ...wandering the gates Flash backs hits as the the new dimension craves up Once the dream was over it 4:14 am Quite early to start the freshly dream vision The deep sleep cycle of illusive shapes and patterns Never fails to impress to show A story telling Way To Guide and Protect Whenever there is X- No Entry The Will Lifts UP in Sleep Unsolving Power of Unknown Ameen #WorldPeaceUnite
Life of Poets 