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.’
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Complex and above all complications indeed will the self seems at times.
For in truth, the soul and everything contained in it, is as big as the world at large that shows itself to us.
And thus seeing one’s self in its true face is as seeing an entire world in constant thinking.
A world where energy replaces matter that no longer exists.
A world where time ceases to be and past, present and future coagulate and are lived by the self all at once.
A world up scaled by a plentiful of emotions that thirsts to be shared.
And a world that shall make all of your senses quake as you tap in the mass consciousness to which your self belongs to, as you remember.
Thence to comprehend such world is to know one self. And to know such self is to grasp the ultimate reality and existence of the macro above and within which, you shall finally find Him.
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I am the one with a line that has no beginning on this plane
but little care do i give to this, except for its grand ending !
I am a walker of the path nine …the one that happily precedes the last,
and merry at heart, day after day, i play the cast.
I am the child queen that kept on going despite the blasts, for every dark minute that sinks in the past ultimately represents its equal light !
I am the warrior of heart who was once told to keep quiet but too mighty was i, to ever comply…
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And in of this land which you and I inhabit and which thirsts for the flesh and the pettiness pleasures of the empty days, if you but carefully look beyond the fog, you shall find that coexists an horizon made of pure lights and where the pious souls unspoiled by the black gold shall greet you with a smile should you but enter into their orderliness world when strikes your darkest time … a world polished by generations of men and woman who have kept faith to their God of love and sworn to abide by His kindness regardless of the insanity and delusions of what the eyes shall see and seek …
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I am a queen in pursue of the invisible kingdom and naïve enough to believe in it .
I am Joan of arc who wore the armor of Orleans , seeking all the great remaining warriors so as to prepare for an even greater battle.
I am the light that came from far away, so the old fortuneteller said, and determined to bring on a bigger light to a world mourning the loss of its faith.
And I am so uninterested in petty words of the mass, which I shall not vanquish any less , for my kingdom and sword are nothing but stardust as I am.
For in the end, I know I shall say ‘ what a journey!’
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