Truth

I wonder sometimes

what I saw was real unfeigned

Or rainfall in June

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Anam Cara

Morning offerings

knock, Anam Cara

New Beginnings

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Touching clouds

 

Eid Mubarak , عيد مبارك

 

Reaching out ..

 

Ghostly

 

Delicate optimism ..

 

 

Caught

 

Mourning coffee ..

 

All the worlds sorrow

Today is kept

For one family

To bear…not to share

 

In the shaded bitterness

Of my suger-free

mourning Coffee

I numbly sip, sniff and stir

 

listening to the words

Of justification echoing

“From god we came

To god we shall return”

 

I walk hastily

to hide from

their sweeping pain…

into my silly tingly ache …

 

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” I woke this morning on the devastating news of the tragic death of a young girl whom I knew as a smiling rose. God , bestow your mercy and comfort on her family ” ..

The jungle .. الغابة

The beautiful photo is courtsey of my friend Robyn L.

سامقة اشجارها

تحيطني سيقانها

فكأني سجين غابة وارفة

أحس بحرِّها رغم زحامها

فأعجب كيف وأين ظلالها

فأمد بصري لعليائها

الي أذرع ملساء متنافره

من لهيب الشمس

تسن سنانها

الي عدو قد يكون انا ها هنا

فأعدوا في خلوها وخلائها

فلا انس في سكنها

ولا ظل يبدوا الا في بطنها

A wood like all

Imprisoned

Between the long legs

and the fallen stems

crack under my feet

The heat I feel

Makes me wonder

Shouldn’t there be

Plenty of shade

Eyes climb the trees

To the pointy bare beaming arms

Praying to the searing sun heat

Sharpening there teeth

Could that be , for me ..

Shocked I flee

As it came to me

The only shade here

Is down the soil

Deep under the trees

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