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Follow on Google News | PALM TREES/ Umbrella of Dreams/ Amal A. Islim Copyright © 2009 All rights reservedYou can look in hearts, can you not? And see the mirror of every soul! So when you look at me, can you see not, that my drowning breath is out of scream? So why don’t we cut to the chase and I must tell you not—let’s skip this honorable race!
By: Walking with the Vain Cattle by Amal A. Islim PALM TREES—UMBRELLA OF DREAMS! DOORKEEPER: What exactly are you after? Last question of the doorkeeper—for the day! ME: I’m hunting for my most constant, loyal companions—inner light and peace, but I do not know how to get to their destination! But his solid face is enjoying the play—staring at my fervid eyes with a calm dexterity of a clown, while rolling the key around his fingers and theatrically HE says: You wished to unite with the ultimate and every detour is a new route. So you sat yourself up for this fall— to live the beyond and heal your brute— and to see what’s behind the cover up scheme. You entered the zone of the enigma—and it’s up to you to deliver the script. And through it all, allow nothing to distract you—nothing to dismay you till you find that which abides. Failures and deaths are part of this journey—as you go through your darkness to your light. But meanwhile, my dear, can you grieve? As your vision is hazy—and you can’t read when your eyes are blocked with tears. Also do know that the key I hold is not your key—the key you need is in your core. And when you’re ready to live the dream, I’ll sail you to the palm tree land— the umbrella of special dreams. But as you know, there is time for the night and time for the dawn— now it’s time to cleanse and sleep—then prepare your heart for the hard fall—and so what! We all do weep. Then, I’ll communicate to you the next word’s call—through a deep whisper or a dream. You can’t go faster than the light—you must face your darkness through a fight. Your essence is now in its loud silence—so you must know why it’s all for. A new composition will happen soon—just consume your inner sorrow— and dare to plunge in your greatest fears. I’m with you always and no deaths today—and while you drown you’ll learn to dive. The unknown has doors beyond any license—if you want sovereignty, control your drive. And in the coming retreat, you’ll revise it all—and in your sleep you will scream! So respect your limits and now rest— the permission will start when you pass the test. And when your courage will have you back, you’ll walk through your dungeons, through that track—on murky alleys with daemons decks— where they creep— behind your every wall and every corner—ready to devour you through your fears. Then face them with true caring kindness— and above it all without fright—that’ But I do remind you, again! No one will give you that glorious grace—like a new birth—must push hard to see the light—yet the union with heavens can’t be forced. So, either sit numb in your pain—while your comfortable wraiths do rein in vain—or purge yourself with hail and rain—only the light pass into the light. But for now, you are still the dark—and darkness fades with the glowing rays. If I let you pass on, you’ll disappear—must purify these glooms so I can bring you near. So don’t you plea for the key—you hold it when you’ve purged your soul. For now, you are exactly where you should be. So do what you feel—that’ ME: Very nice, mister! But can I see the boss, please?” I must speak to Sesame, he who holds the cryptic not just prose and tease! I am going through no more dungeons, sir. They follow me in my wake and you want me to follow them in my dreams! I ask you for heavens and guide me to hell! I lived my share of fears and tears! Now let me through, difficult man! Or I swear I’ll scream. Sesame! Where are you hiding? Come out, here! Open to me, and show me what destiny holds in store! I must go through the esoteric pass—whether your hidden chest is a coffin or a treasure. I did my fight, and now I am drained of this frightful wait— just give me any kind of cool sensation—or any kind of hearty pleasure! Abandon me to death or to the miracle—this in between is so much torture—can’ DOORKEEPER: Didn’t you start this journey by wishing for happiness and peace? What did you expect?! You’ll blink your eyes then I’ll transport you to the Golden Fields! You must go through your darkness and bring it to light—no one can ever cry your tears. Once it’s done, you will feel that all you need is in reach—so hurry not to live or die, in your time you’ll see the light. You’re going nowhere before the fight— the other side’s glory is in surviving its endless night. But pass if you want, I’ll let you pass! But your seas are now dark as death—you are asking for catharsis through a poisonous arc! Cleary, you are in the dark! Can’t you see or simply hear? Or shall I do the blind repeat? ME: Ah, Doorkeeper, you are so harsh! No gift pass—must go through it class after class! Why don’t you just let me pass? Trust me, now! I am being barely daft! I know myself, I will be well and I won’t die? And what if I die in my youth? I’ll embrace my freedom and kiss God. DOORKEEPER: Don’t burn bridges—you need peace, not an adventure! So don’t you lie! Me: All Right, all right, maybe you’re right! But if I can’t live well— then might as well let me die— just for a while—so I can shy for a while—wonder on the nothing—empty my pain then meet my phoenix and rise again! Yes, I do have great faith—but now I’m angry, lost, sad, and freaked! So, what do you say! No exceptions—for this meek! I’ve paid my price with all my pain—but again, I have done what I have made—I wrote my name on this destiny’s aim—surrounding my world with disdain. Is this the fee when we provoke to learn? Thank you for the gift of the curious mind but I’ve paid enough, don’t you deem? DOORKEEPER: Follow your track and trust your call—do the right thing— and why not make it your domain? A light warrior must fight for his light—and once you do—I’ll open that mystical booth. But for now, you are not ready to see the light; therefore, No! You are not at peace—and only the peaceful can pass through what’s bright. Me: Okay, judge of man! But questions do stand here with me—as I face the closure of what was me! You can look in hearts, can you not? And see the mirror of every soul! So when you look at me, can you see not, that my drowning breath is out of scream? So why don’t we cut to the chase and I must tell you not—let’s skip this honorable race! His answer now was in the stillness sound, in that dreary contemptuous familiarity— I will undergo my route with trust and innocence—there must be a way to reach the splendor of every morning—that exciting peace—and I will find it. Then it will guard over me while the circle of light lives forever in my heart. http://pressroom.prlog.org/ End
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