Mirror
Idon,t know, but
I was able to break the mirror,
The one I saw my image in
It was a deceiving mirror
Reflecting imaginary edges that embodies the lines of knowledge,
Old and inherited
I used to see myself in it,
I spent my years of childhood and youth in front of it
Satisfied and/or accepting the objective transformation and molding,
Suddenly I was tired of that face
And sick of remaining behind the features of mankind,
I went inward, and went deep into another world,
A world not related to experience but related to understanding and feelings
I was deep in life, started with genesis
And I went along observing the past years and the extension of people to
The margins of ages,
I traveled until I reached the final day of destruction,
And I became a human planet rotating around the meaning of life
Sunrises and sunsets past in many, sadness and joy, and the feeling
Developed ever so more
Finally, I sat on the edges of silence and forgot life
I looked again into the mirror,
And alas I am an old mold,
Inside me a sea of waves,
How come I did not see the ships of truth come out from my eyes?
I only see eyes…wondering stupid eyes
I fought with that shape; I killed the logic of things and the logic of vision,
I emphasized that truth is in the sense and not in the feeling,
What you see appears in vision and not in sight,
I heard through my spirit much more than what my ears could listen to and believe
I broke the mirror….I was alone…nothing is like me in repetition
Where is the measure…Where is the comparison…
Where is the truth!?
Ahmad Al-Nobani
رد مع اقتباس
المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة ماجدة ماجد صبّاح
