Senses and Sensations

Are you not glad?
You have two eyes that see
A mouth that speaks
Ears that hear and feet that walks
Hands that grasps.

Are you not glad?
Your eyes see the richness and good life around you
You mouth speaks of wealth and luxury
Your ears hear the best of music and pleasantries
Your hands grasp the healthy hands of those you love

I too have
Eyes – that see despair and suffering around me
Mouth –that can express only sympathy
Ears- that hear cries of hunger from the young that have yet to learn restraint
Hands that hold the dying and the sick around me.

I am from Ethiopia, Palestine,
Bangladesh, India,
Mozambique and such
Why do we have the same senses
But different sensations?

I praise the Lord that you
do not have to experience what I do
I am grateful that
your eyes do not see the daily destruction and death around me
your ears do not hear the cries of children and frightened men and women
your mouth do not tell lies of a hopeful future
your hands do not hold your head in states of despair.

My friend,
I apologise
For sharing with you
this morbid sensations that my senses feel
Forgive me for disturbing your peace
For I succumbed to my weakness to share.

I beseech you,
Forget what I said
Continue with your happy lives
For you deserve it.
We do not.

Just me.

WHY NOT JUST KILL ME?

Let me go down on my knees
Let me humble myself at your feet
Let me say I am sorry

I am sorry for the color of my skin
I am for my language
I am sorry that my parents are poor
I am that their color is not the same as your parents
I am sorry that my children follow my color
I am sorry I was born this way.

I am not excusing myself
But it is the truth:
I had no say the way I am to be born.
If I know my color will offend you so much
And if I could
I would have asked not to be born
So that you may be happy.
So that you may have it all.

I offer this from the bottom of my heart
To appease you
For the fault of my skin color
Please take my life
Just kill me
BUT one thing I ask:

Please let my parents and my children live
As human beings
As you
with dignity and love.

just me.

I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO HATE YOU.

What do you want me to do?
I cannot, how hard I try hate you just because your heart is filled with hate.
No, I am not indifferent to your state. I care. I do cry sometimes and ask that may the Power restore you to your goodness.
I hope that you will see the damage that is unleashed by your hate on others and yourself.
Sure, I hate the effects of your hate on people, on you and on everything that comes your way.
But I cannot hate you.
How could I when I am not sure why you hate so much.
Where did you learn this evil power?

Yes, I understand the reasons that others give to explain your hate
They say you are selfish
They say you want to survive and protect your position
They say you are an evil person.
But that is what mortals say in mortal language

My eyes see differently
My eyes see you hurting yourself
Deceiving yourself
Your hate is burning you every minute
And you mistakenly think that is strength.

I do not know. I am not sure.
Maybe you have come into my path to remind me what goodness and evil is?
In that sense you are sent to teach me
You were sent to make sure I am steadfast on my path
You were sent to remind me to forever love

So, what do you want me to do?
I simply cannot hate you.
Hate me all you want
I only hope my love can consume your hate
Let them call me a fool
For I do not know what else to do
But to love.

Just me.

RECALLING WHO I AM.

I looked around the room
too many tools and things
a bed, a sofa, a chair, tv, etc,etc
too many distractions
too many things
that are not of me.

I looked around the room
found a corner
I lied down
trying to get as much of me
as possible
into the corner
curling myself into the fetal position.

I tried to recall
the purpose of my being
of my presence
of my transience
of the memory
of who I am
not what I have become.

In the fetal position
tears flowed down my cheeks
at the illusion
called life
in my sadness, I felt a tinge of joy
a joy that worldly words
cannot comprehend.

I now recall what I wish
I wont forget
of who I am
and what I have become
and how I can become
who I am.

just me.

The Balancer: You will bow

And you thought that I will never catch up with you?
How could that ever be?
When I was there before time than you?

I was there at the point of creation
and I was there with those of you before you
call me by any name
call me natural law
call me reality
call me sufferings
call me liberation
call me anything
I was there before you

And how could you ever think you can elude me?
I am your balancer
your whip or your soother
depending on how you perceive me
but I am me irregardless of your perception.

I can come in many experiences
I am your sickness
I am your worries and fears
I am your sufferings
I am your old age
I am there
till death takes you away from my clutches.

And you
arrogant mortal
think you own the earth?

Be warned I am there
forever there
to temper your arrogance
and to make you bow humbly like the shadows
of the forenoon.

just me.

The Voice

You know that you were born with The Voice
even if you did not realize it earlier
you knew it
and you were made to know it
at many stages of your life
BUT you decided not to listen to it.

You were born with The Voice
it is all that you needed
to live in this world
you knew it
and you were made to know it
at many stages of your life
BUT you decided not to listen to it

You tried very hard to avoid The Voice
tried to do the impossible
so, being impossible, you ignored
whatever it said
you went about your life your way
the way divergent from that which
The Voice was beckoning you to


But The Voice that you were born with
was meant for YOU
it was meant to be your personal guide
and protector
and you were made to know it
at many stages of your life
BUT you decided not to listen to it.

Having not listened to The Voice
you live your life in vain
though you perceive it otherwise
How could you perceive WHAT IS
when you are surrounded by the very things
that prevents WHAT is from being perceived?


In vain
you avoid the Voice
that you will be confronting
when the curtain falls
as it will.

just me.

Anger

Like a fire it consumes you
all you can see is just the flames
and the smoke fills your lungs
and you just want to cough
out the phlegm at the target of your
intense hatred

and then
the little devil appears
with horns and a smirk
inciting you further
and you burn and you burn
your anger ever increasing

you want to burn your target
but alas
it
is
you
that
becomes
ashes.

just me.

IT STARTS!

Today I have decided to blog with words pouring from my heart.

Don't expect me to be polite. No, I don't intend to be rude but just saying it as it is.

If you can stand what I say, please stay. If not, remember I did not invite you.

Live your life and let me live mine.

Lets share it if you allow.

We are sharing anyway.

You just do not know it

Like many things in your life.