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We call them the least fortunates, while they happen to be the most blessed.

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.

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I am made and re-made perpetually of the same substance, yet I am changeful..Calling forth the boundless richness within; I patiently watch myself alter to endless possibilities, I grow, I am.

Majd Radwan

  

Soulfulness..

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. ❤ ❤ ❤

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To Be Or Not To Be- That Is The Answer

By Majd Radwan

  
“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.” ~ Franz Kafka

To be or not to be, that is the answer. That is the sole answer life has to give you, every time harsh reality hits you hard in the heart. The choice is always yours, and you’re ‘obliged’ to choose; to surrender or to give up. There is a big difference between the two terms, just like the difference between contentment and complacency. (Find it.)
This is not one of Hamlet’s soliloquies, it has never been a question, at least outside a play, It’s a cliff instead, fly to the haven of new possibilities or fall in the valley of hurt.
Each time you feel abandoned by the whole world, knocked down by unfairness and damaged people that your heart cannot break to smaller pieces anymore..it’s there, the answer_cliff. With time, you’ll get used to cliffs, you’ll have many in your lifetime, and you’ll get to be an expert either in flying or falling, no other way out. 
Life is made up of simple things sophistically combined to shape our stories. Coming to this life armed with colouring books and crayons, along with the sense of wonder_we gradually forget who we are, as the earthy life starts to introduce itself to us. We move on with our lives, keeping_instead of crayons_many coloured masks in our closet, each one for a special occasion. Disguised under the dress of normality, we strive to be a number, in school..in love..in humour..in beauty..and in fame..till this maze called life makes us forget how to draw, till the spark of wonder disappear and our eyes turn to two dull holes. We deliberately learn to tame our soul, blindfold it, seeking winners’ death instead of simply living. what a life!
You were fed since you were born that without money, education, husband/wife, high_level connections you are helpless and invaluable, to the point that you start to believe that you’re an ugly dependent, a consumer totally insecure, a failure on two legs, terrified to stand alone with your own map.
Now look for the big moments. No; not those big moments..not that definition of big moments. I mean the ones you skipped your entire life, your so long-dumped-calling. The moments that concern no one but you, that include no one but you. The moments you were in the perfect alignment with your Self but you were hardly aware of it. 
The moment you feel like a stranger, in the middle of your closest friends and family members. Your need to flee the ordinary and break free from rules and obligations to recharge your balance.
The moment you feel bored, and you try to silence the calling with food, thinking that it’s your stomach’s calling, while it’s your soul’s aching to manifest at some level.
The moment you chock with what you’ve learned so far, that you feel the urge to unlearn everything and start all over again with your own terms this time.
The moment you fall in love with someone’s thoughts, that you want to make love to their mind, wild and severe, and you start to question the everlasting warning stuck in the back of your head since your childhood: “don’t talk to strangers,” which leaves you victoriously entertained with that feeling of “home” with each and every ’stranger’ in this world, convinced that even criminals and politicians have something in common with you.
The moment you wake up to the fact that you’re no longer the person you were yesterday, that you’re an ever changing energy, a change in process. And you like it.
The moment you move your head downward and wish to disappear each time you win, even on a small scale like hitting ‘strike’ in a bowling game, because you’re too humble to act as a winner.
The moment your voice shakes and fails to help you make your point in a restless argument, and you leave the room desperate as ever. You find consolation in your own thoughts.
The moment you question the reason behind the sad look on saints’ faces, and you feel that you deserve to see happy suffer-less saints’ paintings instead.
The moment you notice that the ones who feel everything deeply are always lonely_hearted.
The moment you sit in a cafe and examine people passing by, trying to build a story in your mind for each and every one of them, and you even undress them to imagine them wearing the cloths you think it fits their body shapes better.
The moment you look with stillness in the eyes of whoever is talking to you, and see yourself in there, same hidden desires,and same melancholies in disguise while sitting professionally there, as tranquil as ever, trying to communicate with you in the wrongest way.
It’s your soul constantly trying to communicate with you, but its wave crashes on your shore every time the noise of ‘thinking’ invades you. 
Have you been to such places? were you aware of these moments? The moments of the most intense company; yours! You’ve never been alone, you always had YOU..’YOU’ was always trying to talk to you, to bring your attention to your ultimate companion; your awareness.

 You are seasons of joy and despair, fulfillment and disappointment, laughter and tear, earth and sky, light and dark, let yourself happen. Embrace these qualities and flaws, tragedies and victories, and let life happen. Be.
All these moments were there for a reason..to remind you of who you really are,,that you are much much bigger than your burdens, that such beautiful soul knows your now problems are your future gifts in disguise.
These moments were never a privilege to riches, nor a quality of artists.They happen to exist in each and every human. Sit for 10 minutes with a homeless in the street and he’ll pour his words of wisdom in your ear. These moments connect us all, we insist to swim in shallow waters.
We are terrified by the new ideas, by change. To hide is convenient and safe. To appear is dangerous, but what’s convenient is never satisfying. Glory is never to be found in the safe. Choosing to be a victim may sound comfortable, but be aware that playing the victim you become in a way or another an oppressor. What we hold inside is who we really are, don’t stamp it with shame or ignorance if you haven’t experienced it yet.
To fall is lame, to bend is resistance, and to fly is freedom.
“Do your thing. Do it unapologetically. Don’t be discouraged by criticism. You probably already know what they’re going to say. Pay no mind to the fear of failure. It’s far more valuable than success. Take ownership. Take chances, and have fun. And no matter what, don’t ever stop doing your thing.” ~Asher Roth

There Comes A Time For Transformation 

By Majd Radwan

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There comes a time…
When the sun becomes your greatest teacher, and the stars represent your highest role in life.
When you no longer expect, and no longer follow.
When the known is no more familiar, and the search is a new birth.

There comes a time…
When you live the moment instead of lusting for tomorrow.
When clothes, furniture, houses, and all belongings return to be stuff.
When your eyes are wide open when closed. When your heart bumps gratefulness in times of aching. When suffering is rewarding, and mindfulness is a way of life.

There comes a time…
when you leave to enter again. When you check out from the make-believe world, and step into the real one with your true self bursting out: I knew it! I knew it!
When everything suddenly makes sense, and you’re in tune with the whole universe. When benediction fills the empty hole inside instead of things.

There comes a time…
when being there for someone is no longer an obligation, but a loving choice. When your doubt turns to a hunch, and the ugliness you used to see in the world turns to a beautiful ever-changing masterpiece.
When you look in the eyes of someone — anyone — and see their souls instead of their hidden intentions, and you forgive them.
When you start looking at things to hear their stillness. When you and the trees become best friends, when you sing the song of liberation along with the birds, and when nature echoes with your highest self.

There comes a time…
When you close your eyes more often, to absorb the glory of a moment. When you fall in love for the first time with your body. When you become your best friend. When the mirror shows you your ultimate truth instead of accumulated judgments.
When you feel connected while touching the grass barefooted. When baby grass grows on everything you touch. When you know the Universe is saying Hello to you every time the breeze moves your hair.

There comes a time…
When silence is your favorite music, and sleep is another way to stay awake. When dreams are whispering maps and time is life itself.

When desires are of a little importance, and love is simply you.
When laugh is a dance, and tear is a confession. When hugs are medicine, and being alive is a soul-enchanting experience. When you turn in and observe the skies within you, deep and infinite.

Don’t resist it. Just be alerted. Witness it, and create a space for it to happen. Don’t rush it out, it’ll come, it’ll come, not a minute before its time, and not a minute after. Don’t force it, for it may slip away. Know that it’s coming. Welcome it with arms wide open and joy in the heart.

And when it does, sip it, one sip at a time. You are now conscious of your consciousness, and that’s all you need to be in order to be…

Everything you went through has grown a new feather in your young wings. Every heartache, every cut through your veins, and every restless breath has added a shaded color to your piece of art.

All the torn feelings, the question marks torturing your tiny head and the urge to understand and to be understood were steps, small steps, on the way to remind you of who you really are. Now you’re complete, harmoniously complete, invitingly complete.

Fly away, back home.

Don’ts And Do’s For Men.

By Majd Radwan

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I’m a defiant spirit, unruly and hard to handle, rebellious fire against all parrot-like behaviors.
The words system, authority, control (and sometimes sharing) make me nauseated and alienated. I may look normal, but if you stare long enough in my eyes you’ll get burnt. Don’t try to tame me with boring normal rules. What makes me furious or content is hidden in the last sources you’d expect.
You get to choose to stay around my storms or leave peacefully to your favorite comfort zone.
If you expect the below list to include words such as love me, hold me, I need you, I’m sensitive, don’t make me cry, then you live on Earth and I on Mercury.
* Don’t bring me half-dead innocent flowers. Let’s just sit on a bench outside, contemplate the same flowers swaying lively with breeze. Now this is romantic.
* Don’t hush me if my voice helplessly rose. Get your soul closer and never say a word. It’s all about the distance between our souls.
* Don’t buy me lingerie on special occasions, for you’ll be only gifting yourself. Bring me your true self, with few warmhearted words, and your name on it.
* Don’t seek perfection with me, it’s boring. I’d rather spend the night talking and laughing about our small and big flaws than worshiping our ultimate achievements.
* Don’t tell me you feel I’m too much for you… for that will make you not as much for me. Seek my empathy, not my pity. Remember: you’re my man.
* Don’t frame me with adjectives such as delicate and romantic, for wilderness and wildness are my two main hidden characters that may make a glowing rainbow of me. Dig in deeper.
* Don’t take off your clothes in front of me on purpose… the intention to act sexy without spontaneity is not sexy at all.
* Don’t sit in the very same room with me because you have to sit in the very same room with me. Go find your passion. Follow it. There is no rule but one: there are no rules.
* Don’t take me for granted, for edges and cliffs are my passion.
* Don’t read books about Venusian women. It’s individual. Know that I feel humiliated if you keep telling me how beautiful I am.
* Leave out the pointless concepts of domination, possessiveness, and expectation. Ban them from roaming poisonously between us. They’re no relatives to love, they’re its worst enemy.
* Don’t drag me to pointless conversations. Take a 10-minute rest before judging the situation, let calmness sweep the air around, and peace shall be found.
* Don’t ask me to show you all of my sides, for each moment comes with its own emotion. Give up the flashlight, and plant a seed of love instead. You will definitely be showered with warmth.
* Don’t judge me by my short skirt or hot lipstick. Take a glance at my library. Watch me while I’m asleep, or hugging my child.
* Don’t try to shape me. Take me wholly, a package of transparency and mystery, advantages and flaws.
* Don’t ask me to wear pink because I’m a woman and I’m supposed to wear pink. Embrace my differences. I shall be more feminine in blue.

Turn-offs
Chers men, they may come as clear as the sound of a bell, or disguised as a dark shadow of a good act, an unintended letdown, small gestures of yours that may have a negative effect on your woman, especially if she’s one of those accurate observers of details and echo-feelers.
Here’s a hint that it’s happening: read your woman when you say or do something for her. Pay attention to this empty smile, blank look, opaque tinge on her face. These signs happen in a fraction of a second, then comes her thoughtful reaction followed by a long silence.
They’re so different from her reaction to a wonderful surprise, just so different. This is it — the nudge, the alert that you’re coming across poorly, a quick wave of disappointment is spraying her up, even with your good intentions.
If you feel the burdensome responsibility weighing your shoulders about this whole thing, then read again.
You must have missed that all it takes is a big bunch of your mindfulness to turn her back on.

You’re A Bud Waiting To Bloom-Get Out Of Your Own Way,

By Majd Radwan

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“One birth has been given to you by your parents. The other birth is waiting. It has to be given to you by yourself. You have to father and mother yourself. Then your whole energy is turning in… it becomes an inner circle.” ~ Osho

I admit, for several years I enjoyed the process of Googling magical solutions to fix my messy life. Reading hundreds of features, testimonies of real people and a generous handful of How-to’s while sitting on my cozy sofa. I did enjoy it way more than pointing out the problem, starting to take action and actively fixing the damaged parts once and for all. I felt satisfied and relieved with the idea that there are too many ways out there to repaint my life, all I had to do next was to pick a date to apply the steps and there it’ll be, a brand new vivid life waving to me, so appealing and tempting with all the wild experiences I’m meant to live once I start, but it never happened. I kept postponing the renovation date till a more convenient tomorrow, and tomorrow never came. “It is easy to sit up and take notice, What is difficult is getting up and taking action.” ~ Honore de Balzac

If you went through this at any stage of your life as I did, then you surely have felt that there was always something wrong, that sooner or later you have to sit down and have a serious private talk with yourself, to try to figure out the reason behind the painful and strange existence of this tiny hole in your soul, the one that keeps knocking, the one that doesn’t agree with the way you numb the purpose of your life with these daily injections of procrastination, and you end up with the easiest way out: blaming it on fear, fear of the unknown, of the pain of change, of the failure, of people’s opinions, of the commitment and the ability of being patient. You know deep in your heart that it is useless, no matter how you try to convince this persistent never-resting soul of yours that it was out of your hand. A soul knows. A soul needs no facts and no conversations with anyone, it won’t extend and fill the gap until you give yourself what you really deserve, and it’ll take over you at one point or another. Only then, when you listen to what your soul is trying to tell you, when you wake up to the fact that you were lying to yourself just to keep up with yesterday, and to make the pain of the present bearable; you start your healing process. You figure out the missing parts of the puzzle. Suddenly the picture becomes clear: your “lack of motivation,” lack of efforts and your numb curiosity have filled the air around you and stopped you from going after your truth. Fear is never the main reason why you’re still potted in the same place, curling up your body professionally on the sole sofa that can endure your long staying, while your bones’ constant friction, this rusty abandoned vehicle of yours tortures your brain.

Look me in the eye and tell me you’ve never ever achieved something you fear. If you’re a mom, little did you know about motherhood, but you for sure had enough information about the unbearable labour pain. You heard about it from your own mother, your sister, your friend, or even from a movie scene that stuck in the back of your mind didn’t you? And it freaked the hell out of you, but you went through it anyway because you had the Motivation. The urge to raise a child of your own blood, to have a family and to be a mother, you did it. Fear didn’t stop you because the motivation was there. Look me in the eye and tell me you haven’t experienced fear when you drove a car for the first time, it’s a matter of people’s safety, I mean you might hit someone and seriously hurt him, or even kill him. But you did it, fear didn’t stop you, you achieved it because you had your motivation. Tell me you weren’t afraid when experiencing your first sexual experience, preparing for a job interview, going through dangerous situations to save the ones you love, and the list goes on. You experienced fear, and you got over it with your motivation overwhelming your whole being.

“Staying silent is like a slow growing cancer to the soul and a trait of a true coward. There is nothing intelligent about not standing up for yourself. You may not win every battle. However, everyone will at least know what you stood for — You.” ~ Shannon L. Alder

I’m still sitting on the fence about the whole issue of fulfilling dreams and making a meaning of my life, but I’m on my way. I now deeply believe that if you’re curious enough to dig inside, to make the farthest and yet the closest journey to the Self, you’ll be astonished with the magic of this world that lies within you, waiting for your signal to be and bloom. It was always there since the moment you were born, all you have to do is to dust off the layers of negativity and get out of your own way. Make some decisions and take these tiny baby steps toward your passion. Trigger your creativity and unleash your soul. This tunnel you were afraid to go through for years, step into it, all you’ll find is that it was never a tunnel; it is a gate, a wide one in fact. Nothing can ever hold you from being what you long to be except yourself. Your curious soul craves to manifest in your ultimate truth. Listen. The inspirations and the signs are all around, pay attention. If you simply observe your kids, you get to learn a great deal from them. Notice how actions create reactions and results. Know that you’re a bud about to bloom, a wheat grain that yields nothing but goodness and love.

Don’t you dare to be one of those who walk the paved road instead of carving their own, who swim with the tide and conquer their fears (without even noticing) only in the ordinary stages of life that every numb human being goes through in a way or another (getting married, having children, finishing studies, finding a job…) you’re a lot more than that. When the nudge is there cling to it, don’t sell out and rise to the challenge instead. It’s always too early to quit. Unfold your destiny with too high a spirit to do what your heart aches for. Fear can be beaten with motivation, persistence and effort. If you’re passionate enough about something, fear will fear to get near. Things will start to happen. You shall happen.

“Life is an adventure of passion, risk, danger, laughter, beauty, love; a burning curiosity to go with the action to see what it is all about, to go search for a pattern of meaning, to burn one’s bridge because you’re never going to go back anyway, and to live to the end.” ~ Saul D. Alinsky

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