THE WISH/ Walking with the Vain Cattle Amal Islim Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved

Oct. 14, 2011 - PRLog -- Chapter 1: The Wish
Upon the secrets of the Caribbean Sea, under the most ancient tree, I stood tall, yet in subdued melancholy— feeling that the arms of the world are not large enough, either to hold me or retain my grief. I gazed at the evasive shimmer of the fair red moon, as I listened to its hesitant echo in the luminous black waters. Embraced by that mystic presence; I knew it was time— time to wish: For happiness to come reaching and caring, and for my eyes to encompass and dare its marvellous sight. Still, my emotions have the immensity to endure its supreme, pure blessings. But, alas, my banished heart, surfing every wave that was destined to crash upon the rocks! O, Goddess Aphrodite, with your legendary smile of joy! Will you show me that world you’re smiling at? What is that thing you know that has eluded me? What is that magnificence you see and I can’t? Will you teach me how to compose, sing, and roam the tango dance? Will your light pierce my horrific dungeons haunted by shadow play? Just to get me through this infinite day! Will you at least give me a reason to endure my war against my freedom of strife—that incessant quest for peace, profound delight, and adoration.
I arose alone from the clapping crowd, celebrating New Year’s Eve of 2003—leaving that long table filled with empty dishes, and tasteless inspiration. At that moment, I had to witness a larger world, more sublime than their faces and mendacity. I addressed myself straight to the sky, beseeching rescue from a world I couldn’t face— epitomizing mostly repulsion and disgrace— hoping that a star would pay attention to this inner alleged adult that is screeching in my pretended ear, his recurring questions: Where are you?! Who are you?! What are you doing?! And why?! That mirrored stranger that does not cease to bewilder me! A wanderer who is always longing for another peak experience, and constantly willing to pay the inflicted consequences from its comfort, just to let loose that free dreamer that has so much faith in the ideal universe.
I’m searching for that nostalgic moment of brilliant exultation, that high sensation, that enlivening rush— pushing myself further to another edge, without safety, without a net, to measure my vital limits as I grow and learn to live, in times, where striving for excellence is treated with envy, rejection and alienation—where mediocrity is the destination, rewarded by the incarceration of anything beyond  the bling-bling throne— still, driving myself to a place unreachable by a human pass, but maybe, by my Centre and soul. But sadly, prisoner of my own limitations, a lesson I reject to be taught—too strenuous, too consuming! Damn it! I’m too mortal to transcend space and time! But as long as I survive, I promise myself that I will not relinquish trying to penetrate its realm; even if the price is my verve and bereavement. To justify my anguished long-lived survival, I had to ask the numinous for numerous changes: First, for my soul purpose to reveal its face. Next, joy, my heart to recognize, know and feel! Then the un-purged emptiness and ungodliness anchored within me will dissipate. And ultimately, that glowing happiness will fill my being with love and light. But peace, I reckon that the wish master cannot be rushed.
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Walking with the Vain Cattle/ The fight with the self/ inner struggle and its monologue. Visit press room to read reviews and other posts. 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.