What if I wanted to be a ghost?
Long ago I raised my heart on the steps of your temple,
I asked of you to make me invisible,
Now I balance the sword you gave me carefully.
No longer can anyone see me,
I may as well be dead.
But now I see my Self ever so clearly,
And that is worse than others seeing me.
-ME
How ignorant is the man who stands atop the mountain,
Bathing in his glory of accomplishment
Forgetting the sacrifice of the rubble beneath him
-ME
Caffeine coursed veins
Lead to empty hall brains
With no lights on
But echoes of chains
The pains, the strains
The soul drained.
No we’re not at all insane
Just wanting higher plains
Trying to leave our mark, our stain
Not wanting to be contained
Trying to unshackle
The rein
Until none of me remains
And my ego does not complain
My spirit can soar, unrestrained
My attention to The Real
Not the profane, not the mundane
And I no longer feign
-ME
There’s a conundrum concocting in the cauldron,
It’s the most real and visceral recipe known to man.
It makes takes life and supercharges it,
Gives it an overdose of steroids,
Rocket boosters even.
Nothing on earth makes you feel more alive than death.
Perhaps why the Prophet reminded us to make much remembrance of the destroyer of pleasures.
That conundrum brews a mighty stew,
Burns the belly of the beast,
But it’s hard to digest.
We’ve got it all wrong.
We try so hard to ‘keep our head above water’ when the pearls of life are buried deep into the abyss of the ocean.
We’re ‘just trying to survive’ by killing ourselves to pay bills.
We’re ‘getting by’ without moving at all.
We’re ‘getting through school’ but our schooling is not thorough, then again if we were to hold ourselves to account, the meaning of the word is being fulfilled, people are most definitely ‘schooled’.
We’re ‘battling along’ but we wouldn’t have the physical integrity to run to the local convenience store let alone battle anything.
We’re ‘trying to find ourselves’, but this is the biggest hoax spread today, as if we’ve all become lost and we need a ten year journey to reconcile with who we are.
If the internet were invented first, people would not bother with facebook, twitter, forums and the such. Picking up the phone and conversing would be the in thing to do, better yet, meeting up in person, watching the creases of ones face move as they speak, feeling their emotion or lack thereof, watching their body language, hearing their laughter, tone and meter in their speech would be so fun, but alas we’re happy to ignore the real things. These are far too many things to co-ordinate for the modern day cerebrally severed being.
In my world celebrities aren’t real. The people who quietly go about their business interest me. Their dreams, hopes, thoughts and intricacies make me wonder. They intrigue me, they fascinate me. You want to grab my attention? Seek none and I’ll notice you.
Reminds me of a quote from the secret life of Walter Mitty where Sean Penn said – “Beautiful things don’t ask for attention”.
-ME
Brilliant!
Thanks Cristian for sharing this.
His blog is here and he wrote a little more about it.
http://cristianmihai.net/2015/01/18/lonely/
I always held this to be true but like a Web, social media sucks you in. I gave it up turn of the year though.
Have a watch
One of the most destructive things you can do as a parent is to never check your child’s ego. You then raise a person that grows to be a spoiled brat well into their adult life. A monster that everyone has to step out of the way for as their ego fills the room and bulldozes all that is in front.
They make lousy spouses, lousy employees and indecent human beings that run through life with blinders on, tunnel visioned in their ignorance of people around them. If you haven’t been taught from a young age about how to subdue your ego, do yourself a favour and pick up a book or two by the great Muslim Sufi scholars who are the masters that carried on the traditions of Islam in teaching appropriate human mannerisms and thorough character development to benefit yourself and mankind.
The modern day trend of ‘searching for oneself’ is the greatest lie concocted to sever people from finding God.
-Wesam El dahabi
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