In the air, a soft, warm breeze.
In the breeze, a gentle sound.
In the sound, a name of love,
the name, some profound,
pure and sweet gift of
for all times remembered well.
In such a gift, an island green
of hope and blessed dream.
place to live from far away.
to freshen up in
of golden shores, pathways
of green and palms of faith
Such the young tenacious girl
upon a day of tenderness
The brightest sun, the
touched that day in endless song
of light, and there were fountains
of joy spilling life for long
My Wish to you on the New Century
Let us not be blinded by the brevity of the present moment. Let us not
be tormented by the "End of". Let us not run so fast, all it does
keep us in the same place. Let us not multitask
for a moment. Let us not
think of Death because
death is "nothing to us, since when we are, death
not come and when death has come, we are not" (Epicurus).
It is true, We have reached the epoch of the nanosecond. This is the
heyday of speed. Command centers control our existence. We barely know
we are alive, all we know is about being in fast forward mode, time is
of the essence, rushed we feel, even in the midst of bliss.
A new century, a millennium, Y2K, the misery of the Bug, the Web,
e-mail, nanosecond precision, a billionth of a second error- one foot off
track to Mars, precisely tune bandwidths, supersonic gate to gate
intercontinental shuttles, speed dial butttons, remote controls, 10
seconds wait- an eternity- DropStuff life, it makes haste, compresses
time into an infinite loop of queues, it gets there before what or who?
we don't know. It just gets there.
Here it is my wish to you. Stop for a normal second of time and think of
someone to love, something to give, a good deed to do beyond the Master
Clock for it cannot "tell our time of day, For What event to pray,
Because we have no time, because we have no time until we know what time
to fill, Why time is other than time was" _W. A. Auden.
See you in less hectic days, when time may be again the gift to give and
have, to love for long in overtime mode.
January 1st. 2000
JUST AN INSTANT
An instant was of light
of summer dawn and blue
of hope upon the sky...
no more but doom
and fury of hell upon the land.
A cloud of death for us all
to walk the path of no return.
empire is grieving,
our souls in ashes drown,
friends, brothers, souls unknown,
their postume cry from far beyond
a plight of rescue call us all,
live again and roar
with fury unleashed
only God can hear us
in our pain from the horror of today.
Do not rejoice in battle
the midst of fury unleashed,
Agfan in flames
Marching on today we must
not to seek revenge,
or match the reign of horror
on fateful day,
but to find the way
to see the face of evil
in its cave of hell
the grip of death
and rescue life itself.
For the time has come
to let the well
of our faith
the roots of Bin Laden.
To kill the beast we must,
for in the killing
sword of justice thrust,
an eternal dawn
will come of light
for Islam and for us all.