Under the Ground _ is your Buried Life

'' But often, in the world's most crowded streets,
But often, in the din of strife,
There rises an unspeakable desire
After the knowledge of our buried life;
A thirst to spend our fire and restless force
In tracking out our true, original course;
A longing to inquire
Into the mystery of this heart which beats
So wild, so deep in us--to know
Whence our lives come and where they go.''

In our continuous loud struggle - Din of strife

DO YOU HEAR ME HOPE?

THREE EASY STEPS


YOU HAVE TO STOP DOING THE SIN

YOU HAVE TO FEEL BAD ABOUT IT

YOU HAVE TO MAKE A PROMISE NEVER TO DO IT AGAIN






AND IF YOU DO???

THEN YOU REPENT

AND IF YOU STILL DO?

THEN YOU REPENT AGAIN?

IF YOU DO IT AGAIN??


YOU REPENT AGAIN AND AGAIN

AND IF YOU STILL FALL SHORT ON YOUR PROMISE TO GOD?


THEN YOU REPENT, AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN


WE ARE ALL SINNERS,IT IS IN HUMAN NATURE TO SIN
i SIN
YOU SIN
WE SIN

A VERB COMMITTED TO OUR GENETIC STRUCTURE

yOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT MY SIN IS
AND I DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOUR SIN IS


BUT GOD KNOWS THE EXACT DETAILS OF SINS


SO DONT HIDE
DONT LIVE YOUR LIFE PRETENDING
THAT IF YOU CANNOT STOP SINNING
THEN YOU CANNOT CHANGE

WE ALL SIN

BUT WE CANNOT ALL REPENT

SO ASK GOD FOR FORGIVENESS
DO NOT HIDE
DO NOT BE A LOSER
REPENT
AND REPENT
AND REPENT


AND HE WILL ACCEPT
HE ALWAYS DOES


DONOT ENTER RAMADAN NOT BELIEVING THAT


DO YOU HEAR ME HOPE?

A new discovery_ The Truth is in the Past

9th CENTURY _ ALKINDI

'' It is fitting for us, NOT to be ashamed

of acknowledging truth

and to assimilate it,

from whatever source it comes to us

There is NOTHING of higher value than truth itself

it NEVER cheapens or abases he who seeks''

I wonder, I wonder

will writing how I feel witout ever seeing it ...work

it would be like writing in space and imagining the letters dissappear into alternate realities

maybe even travelling to some other planet

forming into their meaning

so If I wrote about true love

as the words miraged through the air

they would become love

or if I wrote about a dream

the dream would enfold

or if I wrote about a fear

the fear I would have

......

if i wrote words and didnt see them

never heard them

just wrote them

and thought about other things

like space and galaxies

and heaven

and the past

if I thought about the past and the people in it

I was on a path

and my words were on their own journey

I wouldnt have to feel them

I wouldnt have to control them

I think that would be fair

for words are crucial to pain

as they are to love

as they are to episodes of fury

as they are to knowledge

as

they

are

to

me