And those of us, who spend half of their lives seeking an answer. Who got the guts to mercilessly go after it and commit to find it. And the minute they lay their hands on it; they spend the other half of their lives looking for supportive answers, or even opposite ones, just in case they got the wrong one. They become over-ready they rotten in their own over-ripeness, and the seed of salvation dries once and for all. We asked the wrong question.
The distance between us is paved with pretending.
We step towards each other slowly, on the expense of losing parts of ourselves with every step.
Only to discover while arriving that we entirely turned into shadows in the full-of-denial-quest.
And that we couldn’t give what we no longer have.
Compromising is dangerous.
And I mourned, let not the rotten watch my fall, for they’ll hang oranments on doors.
And I mourned,
the eclipse of buried dreams..
the places I’ll never go..
the lips I’ll never kiss..
And I wept,
what never was..
the yearning for the never-ridden star, and never-started fire..
the longing for the unwritten poetry, and the unwhittled hunger..
Oh soul behold!
Let the sorrow in, but not despair..
for water no more absorbs salt..
and seeds ache for ripeness elsewhere.
Street performers, roaming around or sticking to their favorite spots; they offer their divine perfection for gratuities. Jumping the rope between madness and wisdom; they tickle our hypnotized souls with the old calling of joy and laughter.
Try to “save” them and you destroy them. Give them a job, a tie and a suit, a bank account and a promised future and you suffocate the divine perfection for good.
By losing it all they gained the depth.
An enlightened person once said that he wishes that all people get what they’ve ever wanted; money, fame, and power, just so they know that it was never the answer.
We ironically live under the same sun with humble and yet decent spirits, tapping into universal energy away from being self conscious or dusting duties. They are the most beautiful people.
And then you realize, that growing up has nothing to do with living in the mind, with stiff face muscles. It’s all about enjoying your craziness, every bit of it, to dive in your own depth, and develop your intelligence. Growing up; is to be a child once again.
Sometimes you like people to the point that you refuse the fact that they’re flesh and blood. Other times you like “your” idea about someone more than who they really are.
My youngest son Rayan wanted an ice cream, but he then changed his mind for popcorn instead. So I turned to the man, I thanked him, and we moved on.
Heavens! I just can’t forgive myself for not buying any from that man, even if Rayan didnt feel like ice cream anymore, I could have given it to any..
When I came home and saw this look on the man’s face, his arms, and the sense of peace around him_ it literally broke my heart, not that I pity him, not at all, but I in a way or another blocked something good was about to happen to him, and to us, no matter how small it was. And what made me feel worse is that he never tried to convince me otherwise..
We keep on learning, and the small things always find their way to our hearts, much faster than the big ones. Late is definitely better than never. Today, I learned something new about myself, and about this world..
I now pray with all my being, that that man will not close his eyes tonight, until joy overwhelms his heart. The Universe has its own magical ways to make it happen, and God is always in the word. ❤ ❤ ❤