wondering, mumbling and a world crumbling

In the rain swim the blurred, unknown, wandering souls Faces blank, each to their own care The sun beats down, another place - different names Here, a snow-storm howls around a skinned tent Or there, a lady washes clothes in a filthy stream In a desert land a man cries over the body parts of his broken daughter. Atop his ivory tower a playboy snorts a line What does he care in his delusion? A fisherman pulls in the last catch of the day A soldier neutralises his enemy A monk worships his golden god A fireman rescues a choking old man And all things are known, and under control.

A dream. I was with a female of some sort looking around some gardens, and we saw a strange new pony transported from somewhere far away, the walls were of glass or perplex and there were trees behind. It seemed to be some sort of zoo, then we came to a place where I think I had explored earlier, and it was closed off with old, rotten wooden gates, and there was an inscription in Arabic - barely readable, and I told her there were animals inside but I thought the place was diseased. (There were fungi on the wooden signs, so we didnt go in.) Then I was flying along beside a swan across a lake (and it felt like Fermanagh), and her feet kept touching the water and sending up sprays and there were beautiful colours, and I could see her from all angles. my lips were cold, and she offered to carry me, but I refused, because I was heavier, and it was peace.

Another wrinkle, another year older, Another line in the sand. When are you gonna cross to the other side? When are you gonna be a man? There's a grey hair, there's time flying by There's someone left behind. Wont you take heed from this and change while you still can? Are you seeing the signs? It's clear, it's reality, It's something you cant deny. Why dont you pay off your dues and clean the slate? Do you know when you're gonna die? Tommorrow will come, tomorrow is death, Tomorrows you'll never have again. What have you prepared for endless eternity? Permanent pleasure or everlastiing pain? Success is a choice, success is life, Success is the only way to choose. Do you coose to be blinded to the choice available to you? Would you rather win or lose? So come on, so admit the truth, So many chances have passed away. Dont you feel the need to submit yourself to the Lord? What more could I say?

There's a difference between knowledge and understanding. You might say you know something, but as to it's meaning, you have no idea... as well as this, it seems like every thought has been had. perhaps it is something to do with purity? maybe in man's beginning , i.e. Adam (Peace be upon him)'s time, and in the first few generations of humans, all was pure - genes, thoughts, ideas, civilisation, and what we have now is everything 'watered down', diluted to a shadow of what it was. perhaps that's a little pessimistic, but the germ of a truth is there, Im sure. I think people presume that they are the most advanced, that 'modernity' gives them creedence over the 'former people's' that what some (me included) call the 'natural' way of life, the fitrah , is dead-beat, and idiotic, whereas the thruth of it is that this is the most advanced way of life. something to ponder over... later.

open, close, your mind is on the blink, if you dont keep track of this or that thought or deed be assured someone is... so dont get lost in the forgetfulness of your own mis-actions, and dont allow yourself to be fooled into thinking everything is good, fine and dandy, nothing to worry about, nothing is serious or any of those easy ways of thinking. cos its all about being. and being involves seriousness, this is advice to you and to myself. so lets keep our awarenesses switched on, especially now that the blessed month is about to end, and the biggest satans will be untied. if we've done wrong in the past while it is purely us that is to blame. and who's responsible? as someone who tries to drop the worldly pleasures perhaps Ive become more attuned to the intricacies of these feelings and deeds. and Ive been told before to tone down my thinking, but that is mere fallacy. we cannot depend solely on God's Mercy, and without the intention of living , and leaving, loving and d...

Wow, cool pics of Ireland. Some in Belfast, taken by a guy who's site is: http://www.trekearth.com/gallery/Europe/United_Kingdom/Northern_Ireland/ and another guy : http://members.virtualtourist.com/m/tt/57d01 . There's so many great pictures of creation. All praise to the Creator of all this.

there's nothing that comes to mind immediately, but something's gotta be released, hm? the life of this world is as a shiny glass, but the trick is to reach beyond it, cos after all it is mere sand, and the delight of just having it rapidly disappears - if it ever existed in the first place. so many jordanians just want to leave their country, to get anywhere. but they dont question, that if you cant get by where you are, what's the odds of getting by anywhere? maybe God keeps the 'good life' away from those who are careless in worshipping Him. after all, what do we desrve if we dont perform the basics of our mere purpose for existence. (that's to worship God, alone, and not give our devotion to anything else). so we see a man, in a mosque, praying to his Lord, then his mobile just goes off, and he lets it ring, or hurriedly ends the call - but rarely does he turn it off. where's the devotion? does he care more about the contact with other people than with h...

Tick tick tick, the keys type and the words trail off into insignificance... Who's watching now? All your dreams and hair-brained schemes will not come to much unless you purify the intention first. Who is it for? Is it merely to satisfy your own little smug-smiling inner beastly-cute teddy-bear, whose smile betrays his lurking teeth, which are sharp, cos a bear's bite is much worse than his growl. And if he purrs in sweetness, it's really the smugness of a victory, that he has succeeded in making you take pride in something, and thereby destroying the purity of what the words should be for after all... So take heed my friends, and as yet invisible co-conspirators. We will overcome the bears and their wierd smiles, and faux-fur phony disguises. The inner monster is to be tamed, and then we can live in harmony. A siren hails that traffic flow is gone awry once again. The flooded streets of a Middle-Eastern desertland, is sarcastic, but crushingly real. Masses flow to where-e...

since this is the beginning, or is everything a mere continuation?, or whatever one's fancy may take, here is a new stream of thoughts. the flow is the same, but the tributaries vary. flowing on to the end of days... and if you can trust a fellow traveller to be a guide then please do, because it's the least we can do for each other, being siblings in this great universal tale. that's enough for now, later we'll get to know each other better, God willing.