Saturday, April 23, 2011

even rocks understand


even rocks understand
through their tough exterior and motionless bodies
they understand
their existence is only becasue of God
even rocks understand Life is not theirs
they are not the strongest but in act the weakkest
for with Gods miracles he can make water run through them
he can make them break and weaken and destruct
he can make mountains turn into feathers
even rocks understand it is all a myth
they make the world strong
mountains we are afraid of
when the earth shakes rocks will not be harmed
but they understand
without God they are without hand
even rocks understand
there is  a stronger rock
a stronger place
made of stronger nature
we can never fathom
even rocks understand
there is  better creations
and unimaginable explanations
and maybe even other worlds
and other people
and other human beings
maybe there are rocks in other planets bowing for the same
....God
forthe same Peace
Islam
I ask you
I question you
..........  If a rock can bow to the one and only God
why can't you
rock beats all
in rock paper scissors
rock beats all
rock is the foundation of our lives
no emotions and yet
............even rocks understand
what iti means like to surrender

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What it is...

I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.

My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-

My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.

But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.

Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...

Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -

It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -