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النوسيان الأولي- ثيسيوس في مواجهة المينوتور، الوصول إلى الدار وصولاً للذات
في كتاب السيرة الذاتية All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes كتبت مايا أنجيلو و قالت:“الحنين للدار يعيش بداخل كل منا, الدار: ذاك المكان الأمن حيث يمكننا أن نكون كما نحن بدون ريب…” شغل الموسيقى اللي في اللينك و تعالي أحكيلك: في الميثولوجيا اليونانية،”ثيسيوس” زيه زي أي بطل جريكي, مولود من إله و بشرية… بتبدأ رحلته…
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Cycles
“The life of man is a self-evolving circle, which, from a ring imperceptibly small, rushes on all sides outwards to new and larger circles, and that without end. The extent to which this generation of circles, wheel without wheel, will go, depends on the force or truth of the individual soul.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson,…
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رجعت في المساء: الرجوع إلى الذات في ليلة الروح المظلمة
“وتحت سقف الليل والمطروبحضور الخوف والأسماء والعناصروكلّ ما لا اسْمَ له في الكونأعلن حبي لكواتحادي بحزن عينيكوأرض الزهر في بلادي وينزل المساء…” ينهي الأخوان الرحباني واحدة من أندر و أجمل أغاني فيروز التصوفية…واللي بتقابل فيها النفس الذات الإلهية في ظل حالة الخوف والتشتت من كل ما هو غير مفهوم حولها في الحياة:“وبحضور الخوف والأسماء والعناصر”حالة…
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When You Pray
Originally posted on Beesho's Blog: When you pray, Remember to pray for the fallen. Those who were swept away by the turmoil of existence. Those who lost the charm of the most fundamental of all questions & the beauty behind every reason to answer each. Those who lost the cause & the journey. Those who…
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When You Pray II
When you pray, Remember to pray for those who are too many within themselves. Those who became aware of their own becoming. Those who experienced Life so much in a world without life; that they now long to die. For those who stopped praying for childish desires. For those who stopped wishing. For they have…
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The Wanderers
We are the wanderers. We are the founders. We are the proof — of Love, of hope, of faith, of science, and of truth at all in all.We are those whom you’ve walked upon & lost to none. We are those whom you’ve let go & let flow. We are those whom you took for granted…
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Disclaimer I
This a disclaimer — a renunciation of the reigning reality such as it is, a skeptic belief of the abstraction of meaning itself, a vivid dream of the tiresome transience of Life. This is a verbal war of volition against frantic fantasies & violent verities. This is a message of self-conflict — an absolute dissonance…
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Untitled
12/4/2013 During the past period, Too many emotions encountered my sole heart; ones that their multitude may cause schizophrenia…. ones like sadness,grief, charm, rage, joy, jealousy, desperation, wonder, boredom, hate, torment, pleasure, pride, thrill, rejection, isolation, anguish, fury, wrath, desire, surprise, disgust, worry, horror, longing, hysteria, sympathy & guilt… I held on to my faith,…
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When You Pray
When you pray, Remember to pray for the fallen. Those who were swept away by the turmoil of existence. Those who lost the charm of the most fundamental of all questions & the beauty behind every reason to answer each. Those who lost the cause & the journey. Those who lost the meaning & the…
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Out of the Last Goodbye; between the brinks of dying & being reborn
There it was; at my sight — new cross-roads, a new lesson, a new goodbye, & a new hello. But most of all what really gained a clearer picture & scenery was this narrative —That story inside of me. After all, Life has given me a new story to tell… My Story. I remember I used to resist…
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The Wish
It was a starry night. Stars glanced across the face of the firmament. They swayed & stretched upon the skyscape just like the serene waves that stretched upon the sea underneath. That night, the breeze smelled sacred. Love was present for absent was all his lament & distance was humble —a token of the age…
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Prose: An undying romance with a Work of Art
As much as he invested all what he could harness within his soul into his work of Art. He was drained away… For as much as he invested, he was infested by himself… He realized that he harnessed too much of his soul that he cannot handle all of this… The emotional toll that a…
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Auditory Hallucinations
A work of art is a unique result of a unique temperament. Oscar Wilde #1: It was first a memory, more of a delirium dream. Diffused into the abstract perfection and the ethereal aura of the notes floating on the comely waves of his stormless mind. His mind was a sea, a sea so vast…
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