EMBRACE THE EMEMY/ Turn the other Cheek! That's our new Peek! Amal Islim © 2009 All Rights Reserved

July 30, 2011 - PRLog -- Walking with the Vain Cattle/ Chapter 3: The Journey towards the Higher Self/ Step 13: Embrace the enemy within and without.

A question as old as water: Shall we gift compassion to evil? In a material world, surely, a query that’s not worth a quarter. Sincere are we when compassionate towards the wicked, and all the humanistic crimes? Turn the other cheek! That’s our new peak! Or choosing to go along because we wish no waves! In our “perfect” system of the master and the slave! Or must we punish back to preserve the rules? Yes, why not be brave! Let’s test our snide dogs and set them loose, let them run wild believing they wear an endless leash; let’s see how much they’ll abuse! Maybe in their fast speed to destruction, they’ll break their own necks—what a ruse!  Isn’t that karma’s doctrine? Return to sender—the boomerang’s way! Still, we choose its morals to ignore and disobey! So what to do?! Shall we applaud and howl when they’re hanged? Or can we heal a few dark souls by seraphic edification? Can we remedy their malign? But what if they find ludicrous that donation! Don’t ferns flourish in the shade? Maybe a flower is not their trade. So is it more “reasonable” to fine them where it hurts most? In their pride and jewels! But that’s not an innovative actuality. Shall we blind them on how they can hurt us those heartless minds?  Imprison those fools as they respect no school! Here’s a revolutionary duality. But then who will save the world? Can you tell who?! Another bites the dust, now we are heroes, for conviviality! Why can’t we develop our innate conscience simply? Knowing that stealing their wives or bread is an act for wimps and mules. Yes, we can . . . inflict more damage, because we are more-wicked, and have more tools. We are the wolves and they are the sheep, it’s natural for us to hunt and leap. But where does it all stop? When we’ve conquered the top? And then, who is there left to rob? Each other! Welcome to the impious hope, we reached the common summit—bottoms up! Hop, you trot, trot to the top.
I am still angry at selfish “powers” and blind greed. Give charity to the poor! “Feel better about yourself!” For what you did in the dark! Yes, that deed. So, why not donate the dime? The promoting king, I don’t deny, I played his role on a stage of guilt. My blindness was a gnashing master! Vainly built! Sometimes I know I’m the biggest fool of them all, as I declare my heart with a rhyme. Possibly it’s just me—Oh, that redemption! I can’t forgive myself so how can I forgive thee?! So I hold myself in isolation, in retention.  Trying to obtain a quiet mind, a refuge of peace! Longing for a state of grace, but alas, for that motionless pace. Trapped I am, as I abhor unrefined conventions. But have to meet it, no remedy and no prevention. Condemn my ego! Born with chagrin to the usual trace! I block my memory till I reach blankness, in that absolute oblivion, deterring my mind till self-treason, fearing to be reminded of my omnipresent torment, and of my past existence that was so disgruntled, unfulfilled, and thankless. I must stay still now and relax; I think my karma already paid its tax. Perhaps if we all understood joy and beauty then we all choose peace! If we stop edging, burdening, and judging one another, we’ll stop buying life and putting ourselves on the lease. Not a revolution what I call for, but to love oneself that’s already one more. I must begin with my own unconditional love, and not one silver hair shivers me; to be clear, my hair above. Maybe their noise and clamour is from within! I have to live with the place where I hide; and not in constant friction with my own skin! So present for them I am but where is my reflection?! And absent me is absent God, whether in a palace or in a squad. But does that explain the insignificance I persistently ride? Does it justify my baffled intentions? So much left to discover and understand, if only I encounter my truest guide. In my past, happiness—with money I tried to buy it. I listened carefully to how they described it. I tried to kill that numbing pain, with credit cards—I’m not to blame! To their pinnacle I reached but none of it fits! Money will sell you out if you don’t buy it. That’s what’s in the money, that’s what’s in the wealth. Paid by your soul, peace of mind, and health! Not only my daemons must I face, but also the evil in others marked in the boorish trace. Those inferiors playing superiors; exasperated, why they’re thwarted, yet, you, the foreign nature holding to peace! So bitterly they accuse you of lack of propriety, as you don’t join in with their Thespian piece! Tolerance my soul, tolerance! Be still my heart, rage not now; stay cool! This can’t be the hopeless case! Be serene and wait for enlightenment. Oh, that eternal strenuous transformation! Not from wild dogs to driven cattle, but to the God within, that can bring loving light to this endless battle.

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A spiritual drama about the passage from the darkness to the light, the fight between the ego and the spirit in a materialistic world while trying to reach harmony, balance and inner peace. A theatrical musical.