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Istijlál (Majesty), 15 Mulk (Dominion) 175 B.E. - Thursday, February 21, 2019
DAY 2286: “People stupid. The dream didn't leave, people just don't know a nightmare when they right in the middle of one."~ Marlon James Your thoughts on this quote... I think most people are aware enough of what is going on in their lives and in the world around them to know if they are living in a nightmare. Knowing your are living in a nightmare, and panicking about it is two different things. You can know you are living in a nightmare, and still function enough to figure a way out of it. Sometimes the nightmare is so bad, that the person just gives up; however, they still know their are living in a nightmare. Those who do not know they are living in a nightmare are no longer in touch with reality, and are living on their own alternate plane of existence. Living In A Nightmare: The Shadow People These are the shadow people, who haunt the streets of every city carrying on conversations with the air. These are the shadow people, with their souls sucked dry of reality they dwell mentally on alternate planes. These are the shadow people, that hear the whisper of despair and wait impatiently for the Reaper's scythe. I wrote the above poem several years ago in Qawl of 153 B.E., in November or December of 1997. I am not sure what inspired the poem.
Day 1892: Describe your perfect weekend get away. My definition of a perfect weekend getaway is one that inspires a poem. I finish the following poem Sharaf of 153 B.E., which was January of 1998. The poem was inspired by a trip Mom and I took to Colorado to visit my youngest brother and his wife. Perfect Weekend: Eleven Mile Canyon The river has its own song, as it flows between granite cliffs. Hour by hour, day by day, week by week, month by month, year by year, century by century, millennium by millennium the South Platte eats into the base of granite cliffs, reconfiguring cliff faces and rewriting its own song. The song of the river rises and falls as it flows across granite rocks. Intoning the names of God, the river carries mementos of its journey as it flows between granite cliffs. Between granite cliff faces the voice of the river becomes the voice of the wing, singing the Creator's eternal praise, and chanting the Most Great Names of God for all who have ears to hear. |
Istijlál (Majesty), 15 Mulk (Dominion) 175 B.E. - Thursday, February 21, 2019
Flowers are beautiful and the rooms look comfortable: the food appealing. I like volcanoes: exquisite, transformative, can be dangerous. I'm more of a bird listener then a bird watcher. I enjoy listening to their songs because the only requirement is to listen and enjoy without attempting to identify the species. If I the bird singing, that is a nice addition to the serenade; however, it isn't necessary to see a bird to enjoy its singing or whatever other sounds it makes. |