Sacred Vibrations

The blessed harp
Sacred instrument,
of healing, and art,
power of vibration, 
touches numerous,
levels of spiritual,
internal parts
Gentle resonant,
mellow cascading, 
reverberating
Crystal clear,
sounding board,
wooden box,
and, strings,
played by the wind
Aeolian harp,
sending,
musical vibrations,
restoring and, 
reviving the body,
rejuvenate,
like fine art,
reconcile music therapy,
providing,
sequential memory,
and, recall from the start,
release exploration,
of emotions
You will surely use your,
gross and, fine motor 
motions,
improving respiration,
helping to lower,
the pressure,
improved cardiac output,
no stresser
Beautiful harp,
hearing no pressure, 
just soothing,
holistic pleasure...

Dirty Angel

Some time there are miracles that come

Not quite as you expect

Nor instantaneously

Some are consistent 

Persistant and vivaciously pursuant

While being swallowed by the world

He was always somewhere mysteriously watching or helping

Secretly I would cry and always hed wipe my tears

Never as is but he was as he was

Thru my personal sturggles trials and tribulations 

Always throwing a patch from afar on my wound

I thought i had a lot of secret angels that like of an army but he is ONE

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Nights of severity

     
    Trembling mouth silence; I'm excited! A crypt-grimacing smile freezes on my walrus face! Fear undulates on my eyelid roller coaster - the pain of my awakening often torments me! A crouching shadow rubs against me in the cell cage of the yellow-lit Moonworld, creeping quietly; bleeding victims redeemed melancholy-regards myself fate greeted back to me! My soul, vomiting in the midst of doubts, sips greedy, ominous sounds!
     
    With vigilant patience you could still understandably wait for My Beloved! Everything around me is One and Indivisible: I have also ended in the limits of Finality! Unattainable goals judge my head every day and blame my missed, achievable opportunities: gravity settles on my heart troubled with distressed pain; dead frozen kayak-loneliness illuminates my face! "I'd be hiding behind the cramped cover of my body, even if I could!" I...

Wheel of life

The boat is tied by the river side
Water is coming down to the ebb
In this game of ebb and tide
Life passes by the side of the sea
Sometimes fierce, sometimes frigid
The flow of river is very strange
In this way passes the wheel of life
Everything has been arranged in stages.

Time (2)

Every planet, secondary planet, stars in the universe
Whichever ones turn in their own orbits
It never happens without it
No one can go before or nobody after.

Everybody complied with a compulsive rule
Have their own way
That's the way each-other revolves by measuring their directions
Moves by a pointer.

The earth revolves around the sun
Year comes
The moon surrounds the earth
Month comes
The Earth revolves around her own orbit
Brings a new day.

This way time is tide up to its own time
Yet, the time is unlimited.

Mariam, this is our friendship

Most friendship is feigning,
but in ours there was no fectioning.
You proved the definition of loving,
whilst I taught you the trusting.

I say "was", because that love has become an echo;
in which I find the comfort,
of a fading memento.
I crave for the love that I found in no ather resort.

Your kind is very few,
so I named her after you.

Dreamland

Little grains of sand,
Slipped through my fingers;
As I dwell on my dreamland,
I couldn’t help but linger.

What if no evil existed?
What if there was no bond of adoration?
Into this philosophical flow I was drifted.
With no awareness of the duration.

I settled in this realm of imagination.
Where there is no order of creation.
Where I am ignorant of all mortal’s complication.

Out of the blue, I felt a tap on my shoulder,
I turned around;
It was a reminder,
That I am still on this simple,beauteous ground.

For the Lost

How search for what we ignored was lost?
How seek what is nearby but never  spot?
How find with the astray lot?
How discover with no logical plot?

Whereas it's the unfound, honest love,
which is forever meant for the heavens above.
or that dreadful void which is caused by absence of art;
It had always been a hollow heart.

Nevertheless, it is no excuse,
to dim the flame of one's soul.
Let your spirit on the loose.
But not to become beyond control.

Get broken,
but never break.
Silence is stronger than the spoken.
Be an ocean, not a lake.

Get hurt,
but never do the hurting.
Life is terribly curt;
live with no regretting.

Being a Child

I remember being a little kid,
who nobody was worried where she will be lead.
A girl only too friendly to be friendless.
Too curious to be clueless.

I was too ordinary to be picked for the school play,
a kid that never broke a cup or a tray.
I was a shy child,
with nothing to hide.

I once woke up with my daddy gone,
I was so shook that from speech I was foregone.
Luckily it was only temporarily,
for when he came back I punched and yield in his arms so loudly.

A sensitive soul I was,
which I thought would be just a phase
But I'm still as fragile as a vase.

/ɪɡˈzɪst/

Existence,
the state or fact of being real.
But that's just an appearance,                        
it's more about how you feel.

                                                     The self,
                                                     is the only knowable existent.
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