A vision...a dream...
It holds no substance...its essence does not exist.
Matter...what is matter? Is it touchable? Or is it just part of an illusion?
Its reality is hidden...and yet the truth is visible. All it requires is a lift of the veil...
But to lift the cover...u must surrender to the truth...
There is no pragmatism...accept...believe...recognise actuality.
Veracity is evident...and yet to many, it is not apparent.
Wake up...
Open, not your eyes...but your soul
Allow your spirit to see
Simplicity is not readily available...and yet...it is the key.
Saturday, 9 May 2009
Truth
To know the truth, one must be strong enough to handle it. One must be able to enclose it between ones arms. One must embrace it and hold it close...
To know the truth may break ones heart. But to live a lie...to be surrounded by deception...to not know...it leaves one with no heart.
To know the truth may break ones heart. But to live a lie...to be surrounded by deception...to not know...it leaves one with no heart.
Monday, 4 May 2009
The Ultimate Battle
Death is the ultimate battle. In each step, with every breath, we struggle to defy it…to win. Each hour, each minute, each second…presents itself to taunt us, to point out that we have no control, to remind us of what is yet to come. A race of time, a battle of wills…
So caught up in life, we start to overlook the threat that faces us…we start to underestimate the power of death. And yet it is so sly…for it hides, and gives the impression of security, and then it strikes. It comes down to one wrong step, one wrong move, one wrong decision…too late.
You try to confront it, to wrestle with it and fight…but no matter what you do, it will eventually succeed. So I ask you now…why do you continue? Why do you not give in to its unbeatable authority? Why go on knowing that one day very soon, you will lose?
Hope is a ray of light…only those lucky enough will see it. Without it, the answer to the above questions can not be found. So for those of us who lack the insight into the thing called ‘hope’…I wonder at what keeps us going.
For me, it is not hope. I have given up on it a long time ago. It is a sin not to have hope…and maybe, just maybe, an insight into other things…is my punishment. A memory...can have a worse affect than death can. To see, but not to have…to smell, but not to taste…to know, but to never establish.
And yet, when death is sought…it will smile, and play, and stay at the edge of your touch...not giving you what you want…playing with you…teasing…tormenting…
Didn’t I say that death is the ultimate battle…?
So caught up in life, we start to overlook the threat that faces us…we start to underestimate the power of death. And yet it is so sly…for it hides, and gives the impression of security, and then it strikes. It comes down to one wrong step, one wrong move, one wrong decision…too late.
You try to confront it, to wrestle with it and fight…but no matter what you do, it will eventually succeed. So I ask you now…why do you continue? Why do you not give in to its unbeatable authority? Why go on knowing that one day very soon, you will lose?
Hope is a ray of light…only those lucky enough will see it. Without it, the answer to the above questions can not be found. So for those of us who lack the insight into the thing called ‘hope’…I wonder at what keeps us going.
For me, it is not hope. I have given up on it a long time ago. It is a sin not to have hope…and maybe, just maybe, an insight into other things…is my punishment. A memory...can have a worse affect than death can. To see, but not to have…to smell, but not to taste…to know, but to never establish.
And yet, when death is sought…it will smile, and play, and stay at the edge of your touch...not giving you what you want…playing with you…teasing…tormenting…
Didn’t I say that death is the ultimate battle…?
Friday, 4 July 2008
Strange Thoughts
To realise reality, u must realise that there is no reality to realise and that realisation is a fabrication of the human mind.
Comprehension of the truth leads to the realisation that nothing is a thing and a thing is nothing. Existence is non-existent and to exist u have to be above existence. Matter fights to exist and existence enjoys its futile attempts…for it knows that even its attempt at existence does not exist.
The understanding of these words is non-existent and if u attempt it…ur attempt will not even exist.
Comprehension of the truth leads to the realisation that nothing is a thing and a thing is nothing. Existence is non-existent and to exist u have to be above existence. Matter fights to exist and existence enjoys its futile attempts…for it knows that even its attempt at existence does not exist.
The understanding of these words is non-existent and if u attempt it…ur attempt will not even exist.
Monday, 23 July 2007
A step into the shoes of an Iraqi civilian
An explosion in Baghdad leaves 37 people dead and 23 injured…
Another explosion results in 13 deaths and 45 injuries…
9 bodies found in an unkempt house…
Etc, etc, etc…
These are the type of things you hear every day on the news. You sympathise and feel sorry for them…and as soon as you get up from the sofa, they are pushed to the back of your mind as you deal with your every day life.
Iraq is destroyed…its people live in constant fear and worry…and death is at every ones door. As much as we try to imagine it…we can not.
I never really understood it. I never felt it. It was events that occurred in another country…events that were happening miles and miles away…figures that were added up without meaning. I did not comprehend the enormity of the problem…I did not appreciate the suffering of those innocent people…so I decided to step into their shoes…I decided to live their life temporarily…
A 3 week visit that changed me in many ways. I learnt so much about life in those 3 weeks…more than I have learnt in a life time. I grew up…
To be so close to death…
To know that what separates you from death is a few feet of ground…
To leave the house not knowing if you would come back alive…
To say the Shahada 10-20 times a day because you think you are just about to die…
To be woken up at night at the sound of explosions…
To have American helicopters hovering over your house not knowing why they are there or what they are doing…
To have an American army tank hit your car while you are waiting in traffic just because it wanted to get past…
To have a choice of 2 roads…one is planted with 2 bombs and surrounded by Americans who would shoot anyone if they get near…the other is full of thieves/terrorists and your likely to be stopped with weapons and robbed/killed…which do you choose? There is no other way…
To SEE bullets flying over your head…
To go to the cemetery and not know where to start because there are so many graves to visit…so many dear ones killed…so many lives ended…
Ok forget all this. What about the basic necessities of life?
To have no electricity...you can’t turn on the air-conditioning in temperatures exceeding 49 degrees…no light at night…no chance of using any type of electronic equipment…
To have no water supply…and even if you do…it is undrinkable…
To be ill and not be able to go to a doctor or hospital because you are not allowed to leave the house…
To not feel safe in your own home…
What kind of life is this??? This is nothing…NOTHING…compared to what they live through…to what they see every day.
And here we are breaking down when facing the smallest problems in life. We are unhappy with our lives…unhappy with what we have…unhappy while living in luxury, safety, security and comfort. We do not appreciate how lucky we are. We do not value the lives we live.
By the end of my visit, death didn’t seem like such a bad thing. In fact, death would be a relief…it would provide a freedom…it would offer peace of mind…
I am SO angry…and I don’t know what to do with this anger…
…I would have welcomed death.
Another explosion results in 13 deaths and 45 injuries…
9 bodies found in an unkempt house…
Etc, etc, etc…
These are the type of things you hear every day on the news. You sympathise and feel sorry for them…and as soon as you get up from the sofa, they are pushed to the back of your mind as you deal with your every day life.
Iraq is destroyed…its people live in constant fear and worry…and death is at every ones door. As much as we try to imagine it…we can not.
I never really understood it. I never felt it. It was events that occurred in another country…events that were happening miles and miles away…figures that were added up without meaning. I did not comprehend the enormity of the problem…I did not appreciate the suffering of those innocent people…so I decided to step into their shoes…I decided to live their life temporarily…
A 3 week visit that changed me in many ways. I learnt so much about life in those 3 weeks…more than I have learnt in a life time. I grew up…
To be so close to death…
To know that what separates you from death is a few feet of ground…
To leave the house not knowing if you would come back alive…
To say the Shahada 10-20 times a day because you think you are just about to die…
To be woken up at night at the sound of explosions…
To have American helicopters hovering over your house not knowing why they are there or what they are doing…
To have an American army tank hit your car while you are waiting in traffic just because it wanted to get past…
To have a choice of 2 roads…one is planted with 2 bombs and surrounded by Americans who would shoot anyone if they get near…the other is full of thieves/terrorists and your likely to be stopped with weapons and robbed/killed…which do you choose? There is no other way…
To SEE bullets flying over your head…
To go to the cemetery and not know where to start because there are so many graves to visit…so many dear ones killed…so many lives ended…
Ok forget all this. What about the basic necessities of life?
To have no electricity...you can’t turn on the air-conditioning in temperatures exceeding 49 degrees…no light at night…no chance of using any type of electronic equipment…
To have no water supply…and even if you do…it is undrinkable…
To be ill and not be able to go to a doctor or hospital because you are not allowed to leave the house…
To not feel safe in your own home…
What kind of life is this??? This is nothing…NOTHING…compared to what they live through…to what they see every day.
And here we are breaking down when facing the smallest problems in life. We are unhappy with our lives…unhappy with what we have…unhappy while living in luxury, safety, security and comfort. We do not appreciate how lucky we are. We do not value the lives we live.
By the end of my visit, death didn’t seem like such a bad thing. In fact, death would be a relief…it would provide a freedom…it would offer peace of mind…
I am SO angry…and I don’t know what to do with this anger…
…I would have welcomed death.
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