Art of the Middle East

They are telling me I am mad again
For believing in the Word
Thinking there is a Creator
Of all you see and all you have heard

Love is that only reality
Openly giving freely to all

The scattered return and reclaim
All that was lost for defying the Name

How can anyone call another to break this truth
Corrupting the Word and the mind of yet another

The night
bloody throated
called out.

The sea
is seated cold,
The branch

in the forest black
towards light

Screams

‘Ahmad Shamlu ‘

alone really
aren’t we?

I love Pakistan and loving people of it, We had great love for eachother and I would visit him to have a lunch together…. so loving.

Sunil Sharma – sunil-c-sharma@hotmail.com

this article was found in Multiply.com, history group, published by Taharka. Mansa, means King of kings.

this article was found in Multiply.com, history group, published by taharka.

The massive golden dome glimmered , shards of hope piercing corners of the street where children drew in th dust.

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I am walking down town Jerusalem as I do every morning, heading toward my favorite coffee shop.
Suddenly, I hear a voice from a radio in a strange language.
I am looking at the street signs, …

Just another day, like any other day, nothing special, routine.
On this day, in a small country in the middle east called Israel, 400 babies will be born, 50 people will die, 115 couples will …

Still the sun was needed; how calm the sea, and the sky,
Negate together the distant sand:
A metal bird the air opened,
That flies in voice as much as is negated in flight.

Unhappy son of…

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my eyes burn
from the inside out,
the pain running back into my head
and diving down into my body

it tears through us.
Clawing our burning skin and bloodshot eyes

It appeared from around the top of the island. Very classical – face down, arms and legs stuck straight out. It’s hard to say who was the first to see it. It was just a quiet drink’s party on a…