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the life asked the death:
“I wonder. why people loving me but hate you?”
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the death reply:
“Because you are a beautiful lie while I am a painful truth.”
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quoted from Yanassanti Hasnam
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– mei –
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Monthly Archives: June 2013
chasing the shadow
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I can see the sun
but
why can’t I see my shadow
pouring prayer and praises into the cup of faith
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I can see the dark
and
I can see my shadow
sipping the wine of pleasure from the cup of sin
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Oh Allah …..,
I am just a grain of substances
which was allowed to stop by and enjoy life
but tend to choose pleasure than piety
I’ve crossed the ocean to the edge of universe
to correct the mistake of my shadow
turns
it has to come from the fibers of this self
to kneel below Thy splendor
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– mei –
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music is my engine
It starts with typical tone in a minor which is a sign, that this is it.
It is calling me.
Like hypnosis.
In the moment it lifts my spirit.
I jump from the chair with ease into a soft dance.
These Arabic rhythms are so natural to me.
They are so wild and so tender… everything at once.
They are uncontrollable.
They are free. I am free to merge with God.
I turn together with this music around the Sun.
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I am this music.
I feel it in my solar plexus,
I feel it in my heart,
I feel it in my head and in my blood.
I breathe music.
I am in love.
In a trance.
I am Scheherazade who is flying on a carpet through the Universe with the speed of light.
I am high.
I am peace.
I have super powers.
I am full of energy.
I am powerful like a Gods.
I am really me.
I am turning and turning.
Music is my engine.
I am turning and turning like I am not from here.
Music are actually words from God changed into songs, so that we can all understand Him.
– Jalaluddin Rumi –
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lullaby
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Source: Uploaded by user via Mei on Pinterest
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goodnight little baby…., goodnight
turn off the light…., sleep tight
feel free to coloring your dream
before your gentle smile touched by problems
before the tempest inflict you tears
before vinegar drips into the clarity of your soul
sleep little angel…., sleep quietly in my cradle
my prayers will be the shade of your soul
my support will be the pole of your self-confidence
my lap will be the place of your spilling tears
sleep my love…., sleep quietly
I will always be here
heaven chose me to be your mother
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– mei –
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who’s next
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previous year the mother
this year the older brother
lay motionless
tears falling
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o angel of death
why you come with no tell
no voice sounded
nor shadow seen
sudden the body trembling …. convulsively
passion fading to gray
breathe strangled by silence
a soul has gone by
and you…. walk away with strapping steps
slowly lost in the hymn of victory
while we wondered
who’s next
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– mei –
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among the stars
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when blue skies turn to dark
look above you
I’ll be among the stars
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when the breeze touches you
feel the caresses
which sent to release my longing
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and when you are in solitude
listen to the lyrics of foliage song
which written to state my love
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my child,
you will be as strong as the pillar of kingdom
you will be as patient as twilight waiting the evening
you will never give up like the crashing waves
till you’d be among the stars
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– mei –
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yesterday ‘not for’ tomorrow
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the music been played, the song sung
why you just silent
wandering away in your mind
which flew in the quasi beauty
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everybody dancing, they are laughing
but you …, o dear you just remain silent
infiltrated deep into the past
buried in the mud of misery
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oh dear friend
where the hope that hold
where the dream to achieved
where the hell is your world
why hiding from reality
or maybe this is the destiny that enjoyed
if my friend…., if I could take you
watch the sun crawls from the horizon
watch the red dusk reaching the night
strode across yesterday to meet tomorrow
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– mei –
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pledge in a song
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I’m just an old singer
though blind
I will always sharing cheers
till this voice lost
I’m just an old singer
though frail
I will not stop singing
till this lips stop moving
suddenly the voice lost
no lips moving
clouds creeping weak
birds flying marched
leaves sighing sadly
drove her to the last place
and the wind blowing gently
exhales the promise in her song
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– mei –
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photo from google
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