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واحدة ... واحد

أما الجسد... فهو معبد للروح  
والروح شعاع من شمس الخالق  
و الخالق ...
نقطة البدايه:

أعشق خالقي
فكيف لي أن اقترن بإنسان
ذكراً أو أنثى كان ...
فالعشيق واحد
والقلب واحد
والعرش واحد 

واحد ... إثنان

أعشق الفنان
الذي أحب الخلق فخلق خالق
أحب الحياة
فخلق الأرض و زرع فيها المعابد
من شجر وأنهر وجبال ...
 أحب الموسيقى وأحب الضحك
فخلق العصافير لكي تغني
وعجن في الطفولة البراءة
لتعلمنا الإبتسام ... 
أحب الحب
فخلق الانسان ليحب 
وأعطاه الحواس لكي يعرف خالقه
بكل حواسه ... 
ولكن الانسان نسساء
طمر السكينة بالضجيج
وخلع الأشجار ليزرع سجون
يبحث فيها عن ربه
في صور من تصوره
في كتب ملؤها أكاذيب تبرر جهله
و تدنس قدسية جسده ...
ونسبها لمن نسبها  
وصلى على نسبه
لا لربه.

لوث الينابيع وملأ كأسه بالتراب لكي يشرب 
فعطش ...
سال الذهب الأسود فظنه ماء الخلود
باع نفسه من أجل نقود ...  ورق مختوم برموز قمعه
جعل من بناته وقوداً لتغذي نار ثأره
وعلا دخان كفره
حاجباً للشمس ....
فضاقت رؤياه  ... وتاه.

أما الروح ...
فلا تنسى منبعها ... 
تنتظر النور
ليبدد ظلمة الانس والجان 
لتنبت مكان القبور ...
شجرة زيتون.
واحدة ... واحد.     


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The wind doth deceive me and your voice I hear in the tree shrubs
Possessed am I with your eyes
They pierce my womb and into earth's core
I fall to your embrace

عشقٌ وجنون

Smile to me
For you I set my eyes on fire
With the lashes of your eyes
Hide me in the wallpaper
So I can stay near you