A MIRACLE OR TWO

Miracles happen, constantly. The eyes are no capable of capturing a single shot, even if they are in the wide open position, as the heart is closed. One thing brings to another and, in this panorama, the work is multiplied. The curtains are seducing the view at the other side; meanwhile the defenseless recluse, ignoring the overpopulated orb, is starting to behave like an isolated creature in a golden cage with the no door would. As the concepts multiply the reason for them to exist underlies the physical world, so limited, so simple, so vane. I can’t stop marveling when I presence the miraculous materialization of the living flow, I look around, I ask myself if I they are watching as I do, but no. When I open my mouth and I state so obvious to me facts, the crowd turns them into fantasies… because, you know? I cannot talk in any other way that in the one that I am dictated. Do I ascend to reach the category of demented? Well, I must say that the wandering between idyllic backwaters replaces it all. The blue bud bunches curling around the rail bars, that promising harvest that is barely popping from the woody corps; they know I am not talking passworded unintelligible words. I consider the convulsive ramble from which I recently came out the wrapping of an exclusive present; it was beating, there in the solitary aisles where outcasts find their shelter. But wait! I see two hands, one comes from the west and the other is waving me from the south. This may not be such a solitary long voyage as I thought after all… B_Nour

THE BITE

In the pass of these last four seasons I have been prowling around the consistency, starving for self-improvement, while working on it but barely succeeding. There are some samples of advance, the summary of intermittent diatribes, which subject and object pictures myself and the chimeric me, is extensive. There are clear motives on the life preservation and on the table setting. They are individual, a priori, but with no other pretension that to broad them to a major cause. The nucleus of my personal matter is pumping to multiply into a vial dose for everybody; the untransferable essential ailment which fights for a cure is beneficial for the rest of the creation particles. So no egocentric motivations pinned on my self-centered reflections, there is no more than discreet philanthropy. I rack my brains pursuing the answer that with calm the dissatisfaction of this humble bug boring through the granite, and I am eager to share the answers that I find, as gems trapped into the compressed stone atomic structure. I bite, chew and swallow and the advance of my earthworm body works as a filter that traps the nutritious hidden information, sometimes I wonder where it goes, I eat but I don’t get any satisfaction, remaining empty like before the drilling operation. I bet that the result of all this diligent commitment wont escape leaving no legacy, the key is to control the for so long used learned impulses, what is left, cannot be in any other place but dissolved there in my body molecules. Take a table spoon. B_Nour

REALITY INSIDE REALITY

There are other worlds included in this, barely superimposed, apparently coincidental. There is a ride along the dry mud paths, cicadas singing on the sides of the road and a summer attitude included in the bundle on the back seat. I am tempted to look from time to time to the rearview mirror, to look at the left behind, to stare the stranger traveling behind me as if would be absolutely necessary. I don’t mind about the goods shortage at destination, that is what I am getting prepared for along the irregular track. May I stop for a snap shot? The last time I did it I got stung by the nettles, I wasn’t aware of the risks involved with having too much innocence. The attributes given are a blessing in this dimension but sometimes it may be hard to deal with them in the cruel blind world. I only get distracted for a second, then retaking my motion, directed towards the same direction as those spikes on that hillock, the pilgrimage goes on. I have been to the green prairies and the swamps, to the volcano’s lava river and the quick sands, carrying myself as rotating tin device that gets pushed the same time turns rusty by the exposure to the elements. No complaints, just chronicling, it is all a lesson, a chance to swallow and learn, getting a thick although soft skin. Sliding sustained by two wheels, immersed in a unique substance, the one that is here but you cannot see. A reality inside of reality, which one should you pick? B_Nour

Inspiration....

comes while sitting to write, ALWAYS :)

title in gestation

Is it a game well played when all the pieces fit together? I am in a wedding, the one that is without bias. The cement that sticks together the bricks of trust melts down to be reshaped in a wiser structure. Look at my seat, concave rocking chair, it felt for almost four quarters of the day desynchronized to the vibration, almost like a deathbed. What was the click? Sudden changes from the visible to the hidden side may seem as something natural once one has reached there... There are no miracles, magic potions that transform you instantaneously in a modern Dr. Jekyll, it only works one way, the easiest one, the one that is effortless and reduces the divine essence to be underworld waste. Hummingbird suspended, in static movements ride, pecking here and there, with misused abilities who could you possibly be? There is an order and a harmony that preexists all that is perceived by the silly five senses, by the inclination to succumb in the ponds of the contemporary human numbness. I greet sometimes the luck of being awake. I do not allow myself to think as often I should, to that I am brought towards it by some sort of celestial corps compendium. I have the suspicion that it is due to a team work and not uniquely owed to my own merit. A symbiotic work between the Maker and the forehead sweat of his piece of work. B_Nour

LIFE vs KARMA

The vegetables are ready; don’t miss the steaming soup time. I accommodated some spinach in my bedroom as the rain was threatening to wash away my saliva from the soil. Many were talking today about karma, doing unconsciously references to a word that doesn’t define the denouement of the fortune surrounding their existences. The word was inappropriate as the attitude itself. Aaah what a green view form my bed, I don’t have time to pursue changes in the “unchangeable” or to accuse the fundamental from being inaccurate. There was great talk giving material to chew for the next few weeks, thanks you so much the framed light to make it possible, once again. But to close circles and cut off the top of the hills, this is dispensable, it won’t ever make a complete being. What is crucial can engross rich layers of minerals, resting over a mother substratum of undetermined value, there where the bugs dig for no pay. Who questions what labor is better that this? Whatever we decide to deserve or not deserve goes round and round till precipitating to join the fountain’s bottom filth. There where the dragonflies decided not to come back to the air there is no more than one reason for the purpose of their eternal rest, for more than you want to save them they don’t want to be saved. Is there any reason for me to want more than this? I give life a chance from my little caged plot, still able to absorb what is given for the sake of love and not for the purge of faith. B_Nour