My Scattered Thoughts Xii

To veil from the world doesn’t mean to cease to exist as much as to exist doesn’t always end up in living. I stay amazed at nature’s play of hide and seek, and truth and dare as well as the world’s varying vanities, that’s why when the buds bloom, the breeze blows, birds sing and glide and float and flutter their wings, only then the dear life redeems me from all worldly woes, rendering upon me its meaning in full. the sea has no choice but tossing itself the time is bound to fly away towards eternity a reality accepted and not to be connived at. Once the harbor’s cleared, the unconditional sailing upon the waves starts it will be nice too, a light sail if they don’t hang any albatross around my neck I stay checked from the inside; Strange facts turn life into a daily allegory encoded into a derwesh’s dance in a trance, or in the life-saving flight of the migrating birds who don’t have the fear of the unknown or the sense of alienation, or the nests permanently built in concrete God! help me read between the lines the text you have masterly displayed... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - the ink of my pen is in flood ~~~