what i'm searching for is the beauty of the sky
the beauty that is so prevalent in an eye
that looks that high
when such beauty comes your way
there is not much that you can say
the world feels lighter and you feel stronger
and somehow you wish you could stay a little longer
in that moment
then that moment that feeling that joy
may pass away but you will not forget that day
when you wished time would not slip away
even though it did!
and you think why couldn't i just be
with the people who make me feel happy
and why do i have to go back to being a little sad
then you realize and thank God for this short while you feel so glad
B'cos if it happened everyday
you would not cherish yesterday!
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
My Favourite Story
The wayfarer in this Valley seeth in the fashionings of the True One nothing save clear providence, and at every moment saith: "No defect canst thou see in the creation of the God of Mercy: Repeat the gaze: Seest thou a single flaw?" [1] He beholdeth justice in injustice, and in justice, grace. In ignorance he findeth many a knowledge hidden, and in knowledge a myriad wisdoms manifest. He breaketh the cage of the body and the passions, and consorteth with the people of the immortal realm. He mounteth on the ladders of inner truth and hasteneth to the heaven of inner significance. He rideth in the ark of "we shall show them our signs in the regions and in themselves," [2] and journeyeth over the sea of "until it become plain to them that (this Book) is the truth."[2] And if he meeteth with injustice he shall have patience, and if he cometh upon wrath he shall manifest love.
[1 Qur'án 67:3.]
[2 Qur'án 41:53.]
There was once a lover who had sighed for long years in separation from his beloved, and wasted in the fire of remoteness. From the rule of love, his heart was empty of patience, and his body weary of his spirit; he reckoned life without her as a mockery, and time consumed him away. How many a day he found no rest in longing for her; how many a night the pain of her kept him from sleep; his body was worn to a sigh, his heart's wound had turned him to a cry of sorrow. He had given a thousand lives for one taste of the cup of her presence, but it availed him not. The doctors knew no cure for him, and companions avoided his company; yea, physicians have no medicine for one sick of love, unless the favor of the beloved one deliver him.
At last, the tree of his longing yielded the fruit of despair, and the fire of his hope fell to ashes. Then one night he could live no more, and he went out of his house and made for the marketplace. On a sudden, a watchman followed after him. He broke into a run, with the watchman following; then other watchmen came together, and barred every passage to the weary one. And the wretched one cried from his heart, and ran here and there, and moaned to himself: "Surely this watchman is Izra'il, my angel of death, following so fast upon me; or he is a tyrant of men, seeking to harm me." His feet carried him on, the one bleeding with the arrow of love, and his heart lamented. Then he came to a garden wall, and with untold pain he scaled it, for it proved very high; and forgetting his life, he threw himself down to the garden.
And there he beheld his beloved with a lamp in her hand, searching for a ring she had lost. When the heart-surrendered lover looked on his ravishing love, he drew a great breath and raised up his hands in prayer, crying: "O God! Give Thou glory to the watchman, and riches and long life. For the watchman was Gabriel, guiding this poor one; or he was Israfil, bringing life to this wretched one!"
Indeed, his words were true, for he had found many a secret justice in this seeming tyranny of the watchman, and seen how many a mercy lay hid behind the veil. Out of wrath, the guard had led him who was athirst in love's desert to the sea of his loved one, and 15 lit up the dark night of absence with the light of reunion. He had driven one who was afar, into the garden of nearness, had guided an ailing soul to the heart's physician.
Now if the lover could have looked ahead, he would have blessed the watchman at the start, and prayed on his behalf, and he would have seen that tyranny as justice; but since the end was veiled to him, he moaned and made his plaint in the beginning. Yet those who journey in the garden land of knowledge, because they see the end in the beginning, see peace in war and friendliness in anger.
(Baha'u'llah, The Seven Valleys, p. 12)
[1 Qur'án 67:3.]
[2 Qur'án 41:53.]
There was once a lover who had sighed for long years in separation from his beloved, and wasted in the fire of remoteness. From the rule of love, his heart was empty of patience, and his body weary of his spirit; he reckoned life without her as a mockery, and time consumed him away. How many a day he found no rest in longing for her; how many a night the pain of her kept him from sleep; his body was worn to a sigh, his heart's wound had turned him to a cry of sorrow. He had given a thousand lives for one taste of the cup of her presence, but it availed him not. The doctors knew no cure for him, and companions avoided his company; yea, physicians have no medicine for one sick of love, unless the favor of the beloved one deliver him.
At last, the tree of his longing yielded the fruit of despair, and the fire of his hope fell to ashes. Then one night he could live no more, and he went out of his house and made for the marketplace. On a sudden, a watchman followed after him. He broke into a run, with the watchman following; then other watchmen came together, and barred every passage to the weary one. And the wretched one cried from his heart, and ran here and there, and moaned to himself: "Surely this watchman is Izra'il, my angel of death, following so fast upon me; or he is a tyrant of men, seeking to harm me." His feet carried him on, the one bleeding with the arrow of love, and his heart lamented. Then he came to a garden wall, and with untold pain he scaled it, for it proved very high; and forgetting his life, he threw himself down to the garden.
And there he beheld his beloved with a lamp in her hand, searching for a ring she had lost. When the heart-surrendered lover looked on his ravishing love, he drew a great breath and raised up his hands in prayer, crying: "O God! Give Thou glory to the watchman, and riches and long life. For the watchman was Gabriel, guiding this poor one; or he was Israfil, bringing life to this wretched one!"
Indeed, his words were true, for he had found many a secret justice in this seeming tyranny of the watchman, and seen how many a mercy lay hid behind the veil. Out of wrath, the guard had led him who was athirst in love's desert to the sea of his loved one, and 15 lit up the dark night of absence with the light of reunion. He had driven one who was afar, into the garden of nearness, had guided an ailing soul to the heart's physician.
Now if the lover could have looked ahead, he would have blessed the watchman at the start, and prayed on his behalf, and he would have seen that tyranny as justice; but since the end was veiled to him, he moaned and made his plaint in the beginning. Yet those who journey in the garden land of knowledge, because they see the end in the beginning, see peace in war and friendliness in anger.
(Baha'u'llah, The Seven Valleys, p. 12)
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
An Uncertain Future of my Computer
I put a small card in the memory slot of my laptop today
Wow it's stuck so bad and now i'm sad!
How could I have been such a fool?
It's not so cool to walk around telling people what i did,
Saying, 'Dude, do you have a small tool
to help this stupid fool remove that thing so un-cool?'
Why man, I thought, now I know the best things in life are free,
like the air and the sky and light, and ants!
Yes ants, they are free, yet the problem I have to overcome
is the way i'm going to form
an army of them to storm
my memory card reader and force that thing out.
They'll surely need an inspirational speech
to go into the battle field
Alas! Many will be lost.
No, not because the card will resist but because it's dark
And the funds are not there
for them to stare with night vision goggles there!
Those who survive to tell the tale will walk proud,
And those who tried but failed will be mailed to their home town!
Wow it's stuck so bad and now i'm sad!
How could I have been such a fool?
It's not so cool to walk around telling people what i did,
Saying, 'Dude, do you have a small tool
to help this stupid fool remove that thing so un-cool?'
Why man, I thought, now I know the best things in life are free,
like the air and the sky and light, and ants!
Yes ants, they are free, yet the problem I have to overcome
is the way i'm going to form
an army of them to storm
my memory card reader and force that thing out.
They'll surely need an inspirational speech
to go into the battle field
Alas! Many will be lost.
No, not because the card will resist but because it's dark
And the funds are not there
for them to stare with night vision goggles there!
Those who survive to tell the tale will walk proud,
And those who tried but failed will be mailed to their home town!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Music
I'm crying this moment
In my heart there is a lump
Only music can make me feel
So much pain and joy there is too feel
I hear words from people's mouth
Then I hear music
I hear cries from children's eyes
Then I hear music
Music touches your soul
It must be, 'cause it touches mine
It just shows me I'm human
I'm touched.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Moon Light
The moon spoke to me,
through the earbuds of my ipod
It was the moon who spoke to me
He told me a secret
Yet i know it is one he would want me to share
He told me a secret about his light
He told me how and why he was like a torch in the night
He said, "You know it's not actually mine
But it's the light of the sun that makes me shine."
I thought to myself, "that i already know!"
He read my mind and said,
"Son, remember first,
If you be of them that shines like a torch
don't think it's really your light burning bright
But think of the sun that gave life to you
It's he that shines through you!
He then told me about a mirror that's clean
he told me in it what he had seen
the sun he said was shining bright
even in the middle of the earthly night.
through the earbuds of my ipod
It was the moon who spoke to me
He told me a secret
Yet i know it is one he would want me to share
He told me a secret about his light
He told me how and why he was like a torch in the night
He said, "You know it's not actually mine
But it's the light of the sun that makes me shine."
I thought to myself, "that i already know!"
He read my mind and said,
"Son, remember first,
If you be of them that shines like a torch
don't think it's really your light burning bright
But think of the sun that gave life to you
It's he that shines through you!
He then told me about a mirror that's clean
he told me in it what he had seen
the sun he said was shining bright
even in the middle of the earthly night.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Dirt
The light of the heart must shine bright
It is difficult to keep it shining throughout the night!
The candle will dance and sway
But it can be blown out any day!
A bird can soar high in the sky
But when it comes down to earth to quench its thirst
It may dirty it's wings first.
Heavy winged it may never again fly,
Damn, it may not even try!
It is difficult to keep it shining throughout the night!
The candle will dance and sway
But it can be blown out any day!
A bird can soar high in the sky
But when it comes down to earth to quench its thirst
It may dirty it's wings first.
Heavy winged it may never again fly,
Damn, it may not even try!
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)