Sunday, March 16, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
The Throne of Games
Sleepy head.
Wake up, wake up.
It's the end time.
Slumber's bend, mend.
Teacher's blind man.
Childlings' scorching rant.
Dad's dead's scent.
Royal frugal blunt miscreant.
Sleepy head.
Wake up, wake up.
It's the end time.
Now the game fly.
The friars sly cry.
Come doers try.
Trials tried dry.
Sheeps blight, hail to the king.
Now awake. My dear's dead's mind.
Come king, to the throne of games.
Shine.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Fanaa
Fanaa (Arabic: فناء fanāʾ ) is the Sufi term for "dissolution" or "annihilation" (of the self) or Muraqaba. It means to dissolve the ego self, while remaining physically alive.
In the language of the esoterics: "Death before death".
I remembered flirting with the concept. Death was a real fear back then. Not only as a biological-sensory-feedback but as an ethereal concept. To be 'destroyed', to be 'nonexistent'. At some point my curiosity wins over my protective buffer, driving me ahead, forging the path through the concept.
Then there is no turning back.
In some way, I was reborn.
Free Bird
And a child-like curiosity. I am an ardent believer in the preservation of the child's curiosity. It is our innate nature to be curious. Maturity should not deprave people of their curiosity but instead builds on it. I do not see maturity as a repositioning from one extreme to another but a transfiguration that does not need to be forced but to be nurtured. From the child to the adult being.
So be true, be curious, and grow to be great.
Contemporary
"I have delicate fingers...and a spacesaucer head"
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