Global silence

Imagine if we could change the world, imagine if we could stop the war, hunger and end poverty in this world. Imagine if we were one, I am sure there are millions of us believing in a world with no war or hunger. Imagine if we all been able to act as one force, one body. We could move this planet if we wanted to. We could end the misery; we would live with respect for ourselves and each other.

This world as it is today, is a horrible place to live, think about how many lives are wasted in streets of Baghdad, or Kabul for nothing. Think about the kids in Palestine, or Israel do they have anything to say about the war going on around them? Is there anyone out there who would ever give a thought before they sign up a war plan, or when they place a bomb waiting for innocent kids in their way to school. Is there anyone crying for their souls except the relatives? What is it we do, the others standing by the side reading it in our morning papers while digesting the breakfast? We leave them behind somewhere in those papers, or in trash baskets. Do we like it, hell not! Do we do anything that shows or describes how it’s felt to have that knowledge, that someone like me, who could be my sister or brother, is devastated over his or her child’s death? Hell no!!!!

When are we going to make a stand for basic human rights, the right to say no more, no more investments on arms? I wonder what it takes to build up that force. What if we would raise a whole generation against war? Who cares who is right or wrong; no conflict should be resolved by arms, ever. How could we justify this global silence? Well if what they say about being placed in hell if committed a crime in this life is true, I am sure we all end up there for this long silence for not acting, or reacting.

Don’t you hate it, I mean when you think about this silence. How long are we all going to keep this bloody silence? What does it take to break it?

The power of mind

Happy to be back at work after one week of staying at home for a bad cold. The sickness forced itself to me despite of my strong denial. This always been my way of pushing back getting sick, by simply not accpeting the fact that I could get sick.

I beleive it's called the power of mind, or something like that. You convince your body to obey your mind, and the mind says you're not sick.

As kid whenever I found things too difficult to handle, I used to tell myself if you can't handle it no one will. It gave me a sense of control and confidence. I apply the same thing when it comes to diseases. I make sure not to have time to receive them. Like a queen not accepting the enemies, and as you know not always the queen is in charge, the intruders barge in despite the queen's strong objection.

I think it comes from dad's reaction whenever we were sick, he used to say stop convincing yourself you're sick when you're not. Your body is fooling you into sickness you can't give in. The funny thing is that to me it was like the other way around, I was fooling my body to feel healthy when it was not. And now I can't say which method or philosophy is applied when it comes to sickness and me, all I know is that the power of mind much more reliable than a sick body don't you agree?

We are meant to be

Be my peace while pain of the past catches up with me
Be my roots when the sadness washes me off my ground
Be my light in the dark places I pass
Be my church, my temple when my soul is on fire
Stay with me when others leave,
and then talk to me and let your voice take me with ecstacy
Open your arms and hide me when there is no shelter
Let your perfect mind touch my body,
let your hands reach my thoughts and
Let your soul capture my heart
Cause that is the way it's meant to be!