It's always sunny above the clouds

Glitteriest drops of the sun woke up the only golden apricot tree ever found, a tree with golden leaves, branches and apricots.

The heart of this tree has inhaled happiness since the first day in its life. The happiness was explained by the feeling of gratitude and peace felt when it gave its golden apricots for people, it is the nature of a tree, giving and selfless.

One day, birds woke up the tree in a rush, a look of sadness and disappointment worn the golden face, nothing is left; the greed of people took all the golden apricots and leaves. Sadness had a child and a family when the tree could not cry because of its materialistic nature.

A dream knocked the door in silence, the tree wanted to be alive! The story was told across the world of imagination, no one believed it could happen and everyone thought the tree has lost its sanity.

It seemed like the dream was growing, and it was obvious the tree was not saving any effort. As a result of the stamina and determination it had, the inevitable destiny changed. A parrot carried the news; the tree was given a chance, but two obstacles were left to defeat, the first was a question to answer, the second was a condition.

The question must be answered with a convincing answer, why would a tree of gold step down and be a mortal tree of wood? Everything and everyone gathered to listen to what will be said, and the tree started: "sweetness of life is in the ability to choose good over evil and the right over the wrong, I want to make mistakes because it tastes delicious to repent, it tastes different to rebuild. Sweetness of a limited life is in the limitless giving. I want to cry with tears, I want to laugh with tears. I want to change from a seed to a tree, I want to feel the bitter snow in the winter, the burning yellow in the summer, I want to feel the breeze in the spring and I want to say goodbye to stability in the fall. My immortality showed me everything in this world, and I want to see the other worlds".

Silence shut the mouths of all; no one spoke till the decision was made. Three days of vivid life to achieve the condition. Sun must touch the tree every single day in the year. That was the condition and no body knew how the tree would do it.

It is always sunny above the clouds, the tree had her first breath as a living being, power was given to her to grow high enough to tear the clouds into pieces, the condition was achieved and the question was answered, no obstacles left… life will taste different when you are the tree..

My birthday wish

Photographs painted with the ink of eternity in my mind, photographs which were never taken with a camera. Voices, noises and glimpses recorded in the artistic getaway which we all escape to every while. A room with no walls or ceilings, an inspirational place, our source of strength, memories…

Saved with an outstanding quality that never fades, you can see no blur. Every look and every smile, every hi and each goodbye, all the faces and all the places, every landscape and every word said, all found and saved.

Notes played thousands of times, pictures appearing like the sun bringing a light of warmth to the soul, bringing a smile that lands on the heart causing it to beat harder and loader. Tears summoned with no warning, laughs reaching a further border, healed pains alive again, aching with no real injury.

Eyes dreaming, numbness crawling all over my body, I’m in my bed but I never thought a bed can be a swing of roses coming closer to a screen of memories buried deep in the land of soberness. A priceless blessing, it’s my memory, it’s your memory, everything can be taken away like the color of a green leave, but nothing can take your memories, the memories you had with your beloved ones, the ones you know they will never stop believing in you, the ones you know they wish you every success, the ones you know you can cry on their shoulders.

Memories are priceless, no matter weather they carry pain or happiness, what can’t kill me will make me stronger.

You should have one birthday wish every time, It’s to have your memories saved in a dustless place, and to have the ones in your heart for ever.

ûnam

It’s one world we’re living in, one universe. One life is all we have. One soul lives in only one body. There is one beginning and only one ending. Number one is the beginning, and it’s certainly found in the highest level of importance for the existence of everything. God is one, it’s reasonable…One ruler only, no success will be found if a ship had two captains, and a horse has one knight…

Two is the next level; he and she are all around us, positive and negative as well, day and night, light and darkness, good and evil, happiness and sadness, strength and weakness, up and down…

Three is us, the next level, a family with a newly carried comer, the third dot is the beginning of a triangle, a new comer is the beginning of the same cycle, he is one, then will find his two, and they will have the three, four, five, six and seven.

Weakness starts to appear when he starts giving up his unity, but happiness appears as well, humans…Oh humans, enjoying weakness and happiness, as three comes there would be more weakness, still more happiness, we think it’s strength, but escaping a hurricane is easier when you’re not a two or a three…

One is power, one is strength, one is success and one is creation, we’re weak, because we’re using “we”, there is more than one “I”, we care about millions so much that we forget about the one reason that made us go after them, infinity is the obsession of greed, no place to stop, it’s us, our reality. Happiness is not loneliness; happiness is the ability of turning many into one.

Nature is one; earth is one, one sun, one moon, one core. However, we’re actually more than one, but we were one, along time ago… we have one origin, we have one land, one home. One tongue explains the mighty power of words spoken, one brain explains the enormously outstanding unlimited ability to imagine, it explains the ability of one brain to amaze hundreds of millions of other brains…

Our strength is unity, unity is misunderstood, unity is not about being a part of a nation, it’s about being a part of one humanity that has no similar other. Energy is one breathe we take, our souls are a part of one soul, souls are not ours, they’re borrowed from one mighty ruler, our bodies are not ours, they belong to our mother, our Earth. I’m nothing but the union of a body and a soul.


 White is the union of all colors, and it’s the purest color among all and you can’t write with two pencils. We’re killing ourselves when we cut our root; our source of power that we have blocked, peace will find its only way to my heart when I’m one with my mother. When I learn the language of my mother I will fill up the world with peace, power, love and happiness.

A state of mind that will never end, hypnotic powers will fire shadows and blurry shades from your vision. You’ll see with the eyes of birds and trees, you’ll hear with the ears of stones, you will be as close as possible to perfection when you’re one with nature.

Harmony will appear in my eyes, my heart beat will be unified with every spin of Earth around the sun, with every flicker of a star, with every seed growing out of the soil, with every prayer said and answered, with every stream of universal energy and with every beginning and every ending I’ll be one.

Inspired from and dedicated to AVATAR.

One

I thought I found him; I made it this far, thought it was the end but it wasn't. Where I am?  Where is he? Are we in the same world?

He left like a summer facing autumn. I found him but never thought I can't keep him. Life was an amusement park filled with lights and people laughing and talking holding hands, and now life is the same, but lights are not there neither the people. I should say it's not a similar scene, but now I don't know what the same is and what different is. I'm like a person who slept in a coma, and when he woke up he woke up with an amnesia.

Like the voices of audiences cheering for there idols, his voice used to call me. like new year's eve filled with fireworks his eyes looked at me, bringing joy to my soul and making everything transparent, where are you? I can only ask one person about him… Where is he? Asking me. no one but me can find you again, or should I say find myself again?

No time to wait, and you're getting further and further, I'm not saying goodbye and I will never do, I will not see you again, I'm seeing you some place over there, behind my heart, I know you're here, you never really left, I feel your breath in my heart beats.

You can see me through the voices and noises looking for you, you can hear my movements through the lights, I'm blind without you, I have eyes which can see, but I need your sight that can hear and smile, I need your senses.

It's different now, sun shines everyday, but it doesn't bring up hope and joy everyday, not in the days when you're not here, you said "I'm the burning flames of the raging suns" and I don't know I'm I really the burning flames? Did you mean you are?

I see your face through the vogue, you're coming closer, forcing tears to come out of there shelter and stream down my face, you never were lost, I know… we're one again…

What about now? Can I start building my room of passion? Can I start putting away all the broken pieces of my dreams? Nothing to fear… hurricanes walk through thousands of miles thinking damage will stay forever. Inspirational skies covering the cold poles are made by the burning flames of the raging suns.

You're not a candle, candles will eventually die, but you never will.

Matches

Matches, originally uploaded by lomaro66.

This photo is one of my favorites, I guess it's the lighting or the colors, I don't know just like it..

Alrababah

Alrababah, originally uploaded by lomaro66.

One of my favorite pictures, I took it by the way :P
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Fireworks from the sun

The classical watch of that old man stopped, the hands of it were broken and burnt with no mercy. The last paper on the calendar told the story of the 27th of Dec. The pages of books little children used to take to school were torn into a million pieces. Hatred laughed with a voice like a funeral.

Rain fell down carrying the unfortunate news of war starting. Sadness covered everything with silence and haze. The drop of tear lost it’s purity to be a black drop of damage. Nothing left but the clean bodies of innocent people. Everyone was running with no place to go. Hearts beating so loud, families disappeared. Mothers sat under the ruins with their hands on their children. Memories of yesterday started to play like a sad play on the ashes of the theatre. Boxes of jewelry melted, everyone thought it’s the end, but it will never be.

Fireworks from the sun fell on the heads of people and mosques. A sunless, moonless sky made the clock walk faster to start a night in the middle of the day. That night stayed for many mornings. Seeds died in the cradle, pain screamed asking for help. Cold, lonely and injured, it’s how fathers ran after their sons. Stones turned into sands blown in the air. Smiles faded like the sun behind the clouds in a rainy day. Hurricanes of fire twisted the empty rooms of motels all around.

Eyes of stone watched all the catastrophes, and the icy hearts of criminals loved the scene of armless, foodless, homeless people dying. Aggressive and sick, it’s war. Children didn’t get the chance to cry.
A step on the moon is a huge step forward, and a war is a huge step backward. Nature honors the peace found in people but felons taught nature how to be aggressive.

Honoring peace now is how we give rest to the people dying because of the living cruelty.

In the memory of all the martyrs of Gaza.