THE LIMB BREAKER

The pain is such that I cannot even think, my whole body is a liquid on its boiling point. When I achieve to move a single limb is like a great victory. I wander along the empty streets, those hanging Tibetan flags that have become rags are whispering to me: you are the one, you are the only one… I must be really it because I gave you my hand, and you broke it. The trust I harvest on this seasonal affective disorder time was ready to splash on you all, but what I got? I see children on the roof tops throwing balloons full of urine and rotten eggs, they laugh out loud, they don’t hide themselves, they even claim to be innocent creatures. I had to put the trust back in my pocket, again, waiting for the right addressee. There is not a real wait, stimulation should be followed by a reaction. Why there are some cases that refuted physics equations fail to carry out… what is the human-divine element that turns this universe of millions of hundred thousand constellations upside down? We should stop thinking on mathematical terms, laws are done to step on them, the only thing they do well is limiting our infiniteness and make us stay aside of thought. The only power: the vibrational converging towards love and trust, without manipulation or prevalence of egoistic self-centered interests. Is it not that I am you, you are me, and we both are part of an ungraspable organism? We cannot work without the other… some day you will come to me standing on your inferior level self-erected position asking me for help, then I will tend you my hand to hold yours and make us stronger, not to destroy presumed affections, or tearing the willingness to engross the supreme unity to shreds. B_Nour