I Can’t Perceive !


In remembrance of the Lebanese American Philosopher E.A.Madi (1890-1957)Seeking answers Humans want to know.

(I) l came ,l don’t know from where or how l came to be l am ?
l can’t perceive ! l don’t know ! l don’t know !
l saw a path in front of me l began to walk ,
l must keep on walking willingly or unwillingly,
Whether l agree or whether l defy.
(II) How did l came to be? How did l sighted my way?
l can’t perceive ! l don’t know! l don’t know !
Am l new ,am l old in this existence ?
Am l free or am l captive of the unknown?
Am l leading myself or destiny is leading me?
l don’t know ! l don’t know !
l wish l knew the outcome ,but l don’t know !
(III) l have to coincide ,but why? l don’t know!
Is my journey rough one? Is it long one?
Is it short ?Is it unpredictable? Is it Sad?
Is it happy ? l don’t know !l don’t know !
(IV) Am l living my days or time is passing by?
l don’t know ! l don’t know !
l see stars so irradiate,but l don’t know Why?
l see clouds ,but l don’t know why they rain?
l see forest ,l see trees,but l don’t know
how they bloom ,why the bear luscious fruits?
Are they like me ,they don’t know why they came to be?
l don’t know ! l don’t know !
(V) l remember nothing of my past being and l can’t,
predict my coming years or what they are hiding?
l know l have a self,but l don’t know what it is?
So when would myself knows itself?l don’t know ! l don’t know!
(VI) l feel a struggle brewing within me ,
can a devil and an angle inhabit me ?
Bad and good fighting to invade me.
Why they keep disputing ?
Why they can’t get along? l don’t know .
(VII) Why cries accompany me not laughs ?
Why pain befriends me not Joy ?
Am l sane or am l insane ?
Did l loss all,how it happened ?
l don’t know! l don’t know !
(VIII) Am l going to be send back after l depart the world?
Aged , young ? Am l going to know myself?
Or l am to be no more ? l don’t know ! l don’t know !
(( May the new year opens the closed doors to help us understand our mission in this earth life.There is a definite reason why we were born in a certain time and a certain place.Are we going to try to unravel the mystery or we are going to let it be ? Have a bright and beautiful 2014 everyone , and to my dear 1725 followers l say thank you .Jalal Michael Sabbagh.http//gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com))

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Heart , Mind And Torment ! / Affection.


Love and affection in the Arabian deserts captivates the deepest human’s senses and desires.Pure ,sweet yet so provocative.Loving a woman transcends even the point of admiration .Infatuated poets depict their passion like the phoenixes trying to reach the threshold of the heaven before they are exhausted ,before death captures their souls and die .Yearning , Love and compassion burn them to ashes yet from the ashes they rise again to their youthfulness .Their souls seem to be in existence as long before the universe was in existence.For as long their hearts beat they perpetually thrive.A poet is like a sparrow , but he doesn’t know how the sparrows live generation after generation ,how they build their nests or how they teach their chicks how to survive.The sparrows are mere wanderers,despite their freedom in the vast skies.The joyous melodic songs they hum to energize themselves to take all challenges of L i f e. The P o e t suffers the agony of loving a woman who doesn’t love him back or foresees his feelings,helplessness,remoteness and his solicitude that cuts like a knife .
My love you are not getting near,
And l can’t get close to you.
l am like a chick in a child’s palm .
He squeezes it between his fingers,
Causing the chick to suffer death’s bitterness.
The child is amused with his game,
Not knowing what he is doing or why.
And the Chick has no feather to set,
Itself f r e e a n d F l y .

((jalal Michael Sabbagh.http://gravatar.com/jmsabbagh86@gmail.com)),