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.
Silence will always speak louder than words and action even louder than the latter.
Like a hero of the best sorts the world has to offer, and the universe equally only creates once in a while under a blue moon, you have now entered where no men had entered before, within my inner equilibrium and everything that composes it and shapes the very root of my own self.
But be sure that if you ever entered that narrow door, beyond which was given to you quite a great many bit of myself and most certainly more than I recall ever giving to a man, it is because I accepted it willingly. And this was done so, based on a trust that I gave you to always be fair and honest in your actions and truly represent yourself as my equal heartfully and within ‘the all or nothing’ which I seek.
And I have followed you in this great epic story that unveils in front of our eyes, again willingly. And though, at times, I could feel the wave of the train going faster and faster, I never shivered, for you were always in my sight and in my ears. And God only knows that this train you are on, does require one special specie to understand the next and it is not for the light faith either, for at times, it will seek a faith as big as the seventh skies all together! But you watched me day after day, embracing it, feeling it and diving into it all.
And yet, today the clock stopped when you decided, on your own, that we needed even more challenge than whatever we had already conquered and whatever was in front of us. The challenge of silence. As if answers were ever to going to be find within the pitch of ignorance! As if love was ever going to feed itself from the darkest corner of the room and as if I, for one, didn’t have enough challenges.
Do you not have eyes to see when you left me last and saw my eyes whispering to you how much love had yet again grown in the recent past? Do you not have ears, when you listen to the song of our past, present and future life, which we sing for hours. ? A life you urge me to so believe in. Do you not have a heart to feel with and as you are now perhaps recalling its presence throughout these poignant words that compose the lullaby of today, I ask you, was it really the heart that dictated you to pass on the sentence of silence or was it the mind which you have forgotten to master!
But if you so believe that silence, which ultimately leads to ignorance, is what we both deserve and in doing so, you equally show me at dawn that I am like everyone else you have ever given the silent treatment you believe yourself to be so strong at, then be it and keep within your silence !
But in your determined action, know one thing and to the next, hear the trumpets that are now ringing louder than ever when they tell you that you are greatly mistaken, for a dictated silence is precisely where you are hurting us the most. And I, for one will not be hurt, be it, be now, be always!
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
And a new day came when tired of waiting for fate to speak and most uncertain of it all, she walked in the openness of the moment and the following she wrote:
‘The hour that is now is filled with no pride but the one to write.
This hour has no dignity of danger either for in the world of pure feelings, none of it exists.
This hour is when the weapons fall down and the man sees with the heart and no longer with the mind and says…Amor vincit omnia !
In this hour you are the vision of everything that lays ahead of me though you are everything I cannot see…
And in mysterious ways does He and His universe work and mysterious enough is life itself and reoccurring encounters with forgotten ones …
Yet my sweet playfellow, as all the avatars that have preceded you and who shall follow after you, wisdom strikes only once even when hearts can beat twice in a lifetime and thus I bed you farewell for in truth, the link to a gateway is what you were and alas never will you be the gateway itself where the heart lays…!’
Credit: picture by Corvinerium