The sea

Life, a sea of events, some of which we planned for, and others that we have never desired to happen, after all, life is what you are, life is a plan that’s drawn by the most powerful ruler, to award you, or to punish you, because you decide, but it’s already planned, not that you’re forced to walk through what’s planned for you, but it’s a plan that doesn’t know what time is, a plan that is only a plan because of the ultimate knowledge of it’s own creator, a plan that makes you feel the greatness and the grace of God.

When you feel the spirit of goodness inside, it’s when you get awarded, when you learn that you are worthy of your dreams, it’s when they come true, when you love yourself, when you love who you are, you’ll become the one you’ve always wanted to be, the one you loved to be before, it’s not about what you do, it’s about how you feel when you do it, it’s about that feeling that ignites you with happiness, enthusiasm and motivation.

I'm two years old

It’s light, it’s the straight lines that never curve, it’s the sun, it’s the moon, it’s you, it’s us, it’s life.

Together we painted reality, together we stood up, together we grew up like drops of water on leaves, we knew what we are, who we are, together we had the foresight to make time helpless in front of our power, we melted every obstacle, we lived every second, and I had my life revived, I’m two years old, but yet I speak like a poet, I sing like a bird, and I rain like a cloud.

I’m two years old but able to walk, I’m able to walk to my place, I’m two years old but able to wish, I’m able to believe and I’m able to receive, I’m two years old but my brush is not that young, my painting is the achievement I did throughout my life, I’m my paining and who said there’s time?

I’m two years old, but I know how to eat, I’m two years old and I see behind closed curtains, I see through you the mirror I see myself in when I look in your eyes, I’m two years old but wise enough to know I’m free to eat ice cream under the rain, I know I’m free because I sometimes fly with you, I sometimes borrow your wings to fly away into another time, I feel happiness in your eyes when you lend me your wings, and I still can’t explain it, but you obviously love to see me fly because you see what I see through my eyes.

I know that this physical world is obsessed with places, but I’m two years old and I still know we have always been in the same place together, sharing sun rays and clouds rain, sharing flights of fantasy, sharing our brush to paint the timeless painting I will hide in the museum of our life, I know words are another obsession, but words are nothing but the shell, light shines, shadows born, but we shine to kill shadows, my painting is a painting with no shadows, and it needs no light to be seen, because we poured light in the paint we used.

Miles are true, it’s what they say, miles are shadows that we light, wings are magic wands that we use to jump out of the physicality of where we used to live in.

I know no one, I hear no one, I cannot speak, I cannot walk, I can’t paint now, because I’m two years old, but shall we teach me again?

It's you!

Happiness is a hormone, a product you produce, products need some elementary materials to be produced, but happiness dose not, happiness can be made out of a paper, out of a word, out of nothing!


To be happy think of what really makes you happy, for me, happiness is in the winds I feel in the summer, the winds that come to revive your soul. Happiness is around my friends and close people, happiness is the positive soul that no one can destruct, I get happiness performing my words, happiness is when I get of the stage and start getting complements about what I performed. Happiness is in the comments of the people who read something I wrote, the people who were touched with what I wrote. happiness is the music I love, happiness is the laughter I hear when I say something funny, the smiles.

Happiness is the art I do, the art I achieve, the art I create, the art I design, the art I express, a photo, an illustration, a poem, a thought or a word.

Happiness is love, loving yourself, knowing your right, knowing you deserve, happiness is receiving after giving, happiness is giving, happiness is appreciation. Happiness is seeing what you want, happiness is blindness, the blindness that only sees what you want, it's the deafening music of what you want and nothing else.

Happiness is freedom, happiness is the childish belief in possibilities, happiness is the soul that grows younger, the soul that gets more innocent while you grow up, it's the young face with wrinkles, happiness is you.

Supernumerary

You're healthy even with sickness in your body, you're happy, satisfied because you are wealthy regardless of all the debts you have, joyful, living the life you wanted to live since you we're a baby.

When you think, you've always wanted to be a baby, to have the world under your command, to think that your wildest dreams can be done once dad says “yes”, the magical “yes” that would make you jump joyfully, celebrating your wildest dream coming to life, celebrating life like you've never did, the celebration you would start was based on the belief that your wishes are commands.

It's so eye opening to learn from babies and little children, they always get what they want, not because they dream of small things, the things we consider small, actually worth the whole world for the people who asked for them, they get what they want because they have this “childish” principle that they will get it, it's the land of no impossibilities.

As we grow older, we think it's wise to stop this “childishness” we used to have, and that's why we grow older! We should be growing younger, and that's what we're trying to do now, but we're not successful because we're still thinking wisdom is only what we learn from our life, but we were born with it! Why ask for the key when you have it in your pocket? Why wait for someone to speak up the magical “yes” when you've already learned how to speak?

Who told you life is hard? Who told you “hard” is real? Who taught you the line between real and illusion? Why did you listen? It's way much simpler than you think it could ever be, you don't have to run after anything, your existence is enough to draw what you want right down to your feet, you are one of very few talented creatures in this universe, can you see why there is very little of us here? Billions and billions of galaxies, with a number of stars and planets we would never be able to count, and six or more billion people?!

If we thought of it clearly, we would realize that each one of us could own a couple of galaxies! With a couple of billion of planets and stars!

Do you realize the reason behind the spaciousness of this universe? The reason behind the limitless unimaginable place our universe is creating every second?

God created this universe, to help us, to serve us, because we are precious, because we are powerful, talented and unique, the numerousness of this universe shows how mighty the Ruler of it is, it shows us how small we are, but that's only the empty half...

Performing Out of the ashes

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Performing my First Poem, at the talent show during the Teen Summit 2010 activities, it was a great experience I'll never forget about.

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Out of the ashes

I thought I would, I thought I will
I thought, I thought I should
I thought I could, I thought…I thought, I thought, I thought,
But I…never thought I shouldn’t have thought…
I didn’t think life is easy, but didn’t know it was this hard…
Now I know why, now I know why, now I know…
Now I know why intimidation comes like cancer to my dreams.
Now I know why people didn’t like to dream…
It felt so easy for me, so…entertaining…to dream
Scars for the first time left on my soul
I knew it’s all to believe, to believe I could…
I believed I could…but wait a second, believe?
Believe I could, believe I deserve, believe a dream?
To believe a dream is a phoenix was hard,
As I kept pouring life in my struggling dream,
It was easier to believe the dream was a phoenix,
But…it’s a phoenix because of me giving my life to it to live before I die.
Before…before tears come tasteless, before I reach the unfound ground.
The ground I thought would be…resting…, I kept falling, falling down but nothing was there.
Nothing but space, I was looking towards the sky as I kept falling.
Wait! That ground is above… above the sky!
I was obviously falling for so long to think the ground is above…
I was falling for so much time that I thought the right way was the opposite,
And now again I thought, but it’s now when I have to think…
Thoughts shall be useful this time, and yes! A thought
I thought I could fall towards the sky! And I left my head up pointed to the sky
To fall up, to fall up towards the stars, it’s all unreal to be falling away from the ground.
It’s now…I’m falling up closer and closer to my ground,
The ground I will be cuddling, looking down to the sky as I sleep with joy
Coffining the death of despair and helpless birds which were dying with no life given back…
Now I can say I’m on the ground, looking…down towards the sky…