Hail to you, gracious lady who now sits amongst the wisdom of the elders. Sage goddess, who once upon a time, thrived in the rank of the most skilled warriors of our time and from amongst the people of the pillar that still stand till date. Motherly soul, who needs no one but who is so much needed by the many.
It is you I saw, when on a quiet Friday afternoon, I flew to Siwa in the pleasantness of my daydreams.
Hidden from an ever so changing world, there you were, majestically sitting in the inner corner of a beige Amazigh tent which you composed so well with that all-powerful inner sagacity that emanated from you.
And whilst your deep dark eyes were staring at me for a while, it is as if the entireness of what I was and what I had become till this very moment, were being pierced all at once. The warmth of a very bright light was all I could feel. And like the naïve hidden child some of us have retained within, I did not even wish to fight it and perchance could not have, even if willed so. The very core of my own self was now being scrutinized and entirely exposed in front of another, without the fraction of a resistance on my behalf.
Why I have met you on the path of my stargaze, I do not know. And as much as am aware you saw what few have ever seen or ever could, my inner curiosity mostly draws to wondering what your earthy name is. Though, the distance between our next encounter in this plane, is near, that I am sure of. And till we meet again in some placeless place under the Taziri of the desert night, I shall cherish the immensity of the warmth you somehow laid over me on that discreet Friday afternoon from afar.
The gift of seeing the future of others as well as one’s own and which merely derives from the consciousness of the occurring present in this very moment, is not something the universe pours in giving out to all. But when it does, one ought to recognize that such aptitude only offers a potential possibility, even if a solid one. Nothing more, nothing less. For within this knowledge at hand, let us never forget the higher gift of will which men of our realm were given once upon a time. And such as we were made, we shall always retain the likelihood to choose the path we walk on and which in fact is also a changeable one, according to the strength of the will itself.
In the affairs of pure love between two human entities, all known rules and particularly concerning the ripping of their fruits, which they say, shall only be attained and labored by time, bears no legitimacy. For in truth, only but the very first nature of the feelings, which are contained within the sand glass, truly carry any significance. And when time and space can sometimes witness a growing love, they are undeniably not the prerequisite of an ever-long-lasting true devotion. And so, when some can spend an entire life nourishing and working effortlessly, so as to reach the climax of a ‘once upon a time’ initial felt love, for other luckier, yet, perhaps rarer species of our days, they will live to see such apogee within the beat of the very first moment that is now. The true encounter of love in its purest form and all its associated empathy. And like the auspicious passengers onboard a fast train that seemingly flies at the speed of light, leaving behind a tail of a thousand starlight dust, it appears no matter what places they wish to reach, the devotion they carry for one another will always decisively conquers any and all prior destination they had so desired.
And thus, within the veracity of higher emotions, these Romeo and Juliet, the twin flames of our plane and sporadic soul mates, such are the few names they go by, truly arise as the true masters of love.
A logical and pragmatic certainty which will constantly stand in the face of all. Even if sadly, a few years have gone by till one finally hears the inner voice which never left its side when it was saying and is still saying ’it is either the all or nothing and alas, no half measures shall be permissible within this misunderstood though, divine, universal sphere’.
As I watch this new moon of October attaining its half course before its cosmos purpose eventually reaches its final destination and the awoken ones feel its blessing, I recollect my thoughts and remember. Today, across the distance of five kilometers from one another, which is our current reality, you told me the elders whom I pushed you to reconciled with, spoke and said ‘ you are the watcher, my son and though this comes as a gift from the universe, be aware, for such aptitude will equally bring its hardship when you understand, and you must now. For the price of silence shall always be the fruit you bear for the truth your eyes only can see’.
And so, if this double sword reality of yours has now become a permanent one, I righteously ask myself what of my name and role within this equation of ours? I am the white avatar sent to you to unleash and activate the second part of your life? I am the Delphi that plays its role till all crosswords meet and your destination is reached or perhaps is it that your destination was also always mine to be? I am the fastest one of both spirits as we know it, that shall ironically have to continuously slow you down for the absorbing of what you feel and see is too overwhelming ? Or perhaps in the end, I am ultimately the once born small queen that had the power to ground a Hamza of our time and an all eye seeing?
The future is ours to be or not to be….
And though in this late hour, I still do not know my true name, I shall accept and choose to be whatever the universe has intended for me to be and throughout what transpires of us and the love that materializes from us, if only for the greater purpose of humanity and those that deserve to see and live it.
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He was a simple man as humble and kind as simplicity would have indeed dictated.
And in the most enchanting voice for the ears, he once said:
‘I am Hamza. I am no warrior nor preacher and fewer miles than many have i walked on the gardens of this earth. Yet, enough have i seen and equally have i learnt to know that the heart is what matters the most in our voyage throughout this plane and the six more to come should your soul have just been born. For truly, the heart is indeed the sole place where miracles and voiceless things of beauty, which long to live, shall reveal themselves at once and forever.
As to the affairs belonging to the sphere of the mind, beware. For once the intellect no longer acts as a mere servant to the heart but has become its own master, the heart shall indeed cease to be and will be ever so hard to regain.’
Credit: pic by Chedoy