New Horizon

Far, far east

Guts, guts at least

Who can say

If we please our needs

One last breath

In an endless shower

One last glimpse

At a senseless hour

True ships, wild sea

New horizon, your worst fears

Come and sail with me

The Calmness of the Heart

Talk to me about love

Talk to me about the mere sense of mode

Talk to me about truth

For only what comes from the heart

We can love

Talk to me about forgiveness

Talk to me about patience

Talk to me about understanding

For everyone has his reasons

Love yourself without being loved

Don’t claim to be loved

For only he is loved who has proved himself worthy

Accept that life’s pleasures

Can only develop from pain

And learn to see him as a friend

Don’t place yourself above others

Nor control them

Nor force your opinion upon them

For we are all of the same blood

And no one outranks others

Which post he may ever hold

Talk to me about hatred

Talk to me about oppression

Talk to me about bloodshed

For what is part of your life

Is part of the whole world

Talk to me about weakness

Talk to me about greed

Talk to me about fear

Without being embarrassed

Talk to me about your darkest fantasies

Yet keep to yourself what seems wrong to you

And walk hand in hand with your doubts

Through valleys so desperate

And over heights so bright

And only cease when you have found your answers

Yet never be sure to know the answer

Grasp that you are never lost

However dark it may be in your heart

Learn from those who are poor

For they possess the most

Don’t believe what everyone believes

But what you understand

Don’t be part of a whole

Which is not part of yourself

Dare to dream and to disappoint

Don’t do what is expected from you

But what you don’t even expect from yourself

Listen to people

But don’t admire them

Respect the experience

For it owns an inestimable value

Share your own experience with the unexperienced

Without regulating them

For they only take what they need

Accept the unknown

Without deploring it

For in the eyes of the unknown you are a stranger yourself

Don’t close the door to it

For transformation comes when you doubt the known

Accept our own finitude

Recognise that we are not in possession of the absolute truth

And thus our truth is part of a far greater truth

Delight in the mysteries of life

As life delights in your curiosity

And not settle down

Before your heart comes to fulfilment

Don’t reach out to the one

Who decides to stay on the ground

For he will only debilitate you

Without understanding

Realize that it is on us

To save ourselves

And it is not cruel

To walk on

Yet reach out to the one

Who requires and accepts it

Not for your own sake

But knowing that

He will help you in return

Should it be you who is lying on the ground

Don’t give without taking

No one is a hero

Forgetting himself out of sheer giving

Don’t seek fame

Nor power nor money

For those come as fast

As they go

And poison your mind

Take up the struggle

Even in yourself

And be aware of your capabilities

Don’t be someone you aren't

For a duty

Carried out in whatever noble purpose

Not exploiting your full potential

Is a waste of time in the end

Don’t try to change the world

But change yourself

For this works by far faster and easier

Don’t just criticise the deeds of others

But suggest possibilities

Of doing it better

For the critic principally 

Often misses on principle

That the world doesn’t get better

By simply being against it

Be yourself

For this is what it’s all about in the end

[Fakhreddin Mokhberi]

Whatever is destined not to happen will not happen
Try as you may

 Whatever is destined to happen will happen
Do what you may to prevent it

This is certain

The best course, therefore, is to remain silent

Ramana Maharshi 

 ~

You give but little when you give of your possessions

It is when you give of yourself that you truly give

Khalil Gibran

The Fading of a Spell

A friend of mine once used to say
You gotta walk your accurst way

And when the dark enwrapped us all
There was no hope, compelled to fall
There in the inner upset mind
There in the sinner’s poignant bind

There was a sound in deep silence
There was a force that could break diamonds
There was nothingness in the vast
One that counted less, one that never passed

There is a light, there is a spell
There is a mystery, if you could ever tell
There is a morning that never comes
There is a day of a thousand suns

There will be truth in blazing swords
They will judge those vicious lords
There will be day once after all
To those, who aren’t afraid to call

Chance

There are some rhymes in the trees of a backyard
They just seem to melt in the light of a shadow
They just seem to disappear in the morning of forever
For where was forgiving in the ever
For where was now may be a never
There's just a path in the fields quite looming
And may the way be of kind consuming
There's just a glance on the waves of silver
A frantic frame in the caves of slow motion
There's just a depth at the front of the ceiling
There's just a cold on the ground of each feeling
There's just a chance not too late to believe in

The Road Ahead

Life's not standing still

Just because people walk on

You invited to stay
Not everyone deserved

Attention turned to grey
But those who remember

They can make a brighter day
If you walk on as well

You will meet them on the way

Travelling to Colombia

Once there was an amazing spider and that very spider went on a journey to Colombia. But she had never heard of that country before. So she was very scared. She meandered around aimless but confident.

But then she met an earthworm and asked him:

“Dear earthworm! You know the grounds better than everybody else. I am going to Colombia. Have you ever heard of it?”

“I have indeed”, said the earthworm. “They must have very good soils there”.

So the spider was hopeful again. But then suddenly she was filled with doubt and asked:

“How do you know?”

The earthworm replied: “My uncle has a friend who does the grounds there and those are very good grounds. They are very humid and rich so it can only be a good country.”

The spider thanked the earthworm and went on. Then she came to the forest where she met a giant wild boar. The wild boar was very majestic and had a long grey back. At first the spider was a bit frightened to talk to the wild boar but then she commanded all her courage and said:

“You must be one who knows things. I am on a journey to Colombia. Have you ever heard of it?”

The wild boar was a bit surprised and said: “Why do you want to go to Colombia?”

“Because I hope that in Colombia there live the friendliest spiders with beautiful cobwebs who lie in the sun day by day and enjoy the richness of the country.”

The wild boar sighed: “I can tell you something. Plenty of us boars travelled the world. They came to many places even to Colombia but I heard strange rumours going on that they were hunted there and a great deal of them died. I can only speak for us wild boars but you should be aware of it. The distance not always brings peace to us.”

The spider trembled with dismay. She had not thought of that opportunity. She had just dreamed of that marvellous place where everything was fine and thrilling. She immediately thanked the wild boar and went on again with doubt in her heart.

Then she came to a clearing with the dews of the culms reflecting the sun. The spider sat down for a moment without thinking of Colombia. She just enjoyed the sun and the visible variety of life. Now then she decided to spin a great web in the blades. A word and a blow and so she was busily engaged until dusk was approaching. Then she happily stayed in the middle of her web and awaited her casualties. But she had worked the whole day and had missed the wonderful landscape now that it was dark. So she abided there a little bit lost with dark thoughts and waited for things to come. I am sure that it took almost three hours for something to happen. There was a quiet sweeping and toddling and soon there occurred eight little feet and then another eight little feet and another…

They all crowded around the beautiful spider’s web. It was a great convention and everyone eyeballed the lone spider. Then one of them broke the silence and said:

“What are you doing here? I have never seen you before!”

The spider answered: “I am on a journey to Colombia and I just came here because today it was a beautiful clearing but I worked the whole day and now that I’m done I can’t enjoy it.”

One of the big spiders in the round muttered: “Just you stay for some days, will you? Then you will see how beautiful it is here in the daytime. You now have a web and can relax.”

The spider agreed and they talked the whole night about life in this area. By the break of dawn they said goodbye and the spider was alone again. Now she concentrated on the rise of the sun and was amazed by the pure beauty of her rays falling on the wet ground. It came to her mind: 'This really is a place to live!'