1message received 18.09.2006 8:19am(shabz)

After despair, many hopes flourish. just as after darkness,
thousands of suns open and start to shine-rumi

Low tide ~ ~ ~ full moon. . .

Losing
all i can see ~ Nothing remains ~ Dripping slowly away ~ The tides recede ~ And i stand alone ~ I look down from the precipice ~ wonder where the tides go ~ will they return to fill my gaping soul ~ or will the waters dry to flow no more ~ will they leave me standing ~ breathless ~ all i can do is wait ~ from my precipice ~ confusion ~ anxiety ~ pain ~ anger ~ despair ~ haterd ~ isnt it all the same ~
pity ~ revenge ~ spurn ~ condemn ~ when is it going to end ~ loneliness ~ heart ache ~ emptiness ~ must i be disturbed ~
desolate ~ forlorn ~ will i always be alone ~
i am without a speech for my words are offensive ~ i am without a sight for it is clouded ~ i am without a heart for it has hardned ~ i am without a sound for it has muffled ~ i am without a soul for it has drowned beneath the sea ~~ the impact of inferiority ~~ full moon ~ yet so dark ~ i see the stars sparkling so bright ~ within the moon kissed by the sky ~ i hear the lark so sweetly sing ~ amimds the morning dawn ~ i smell the flowers full in bloom ~ i see their royal pomp ~ and yet some place so deep within ~ im shrouded ~ im closed ~ the brilliance there i cant see ~ in mist of misery ~ enrished inside ~ unable thus ~ to touch the warmth without ~ i gaze upon the passion spent ~ yet inside i die ~ ~ ~

a breathless sight. . .

At dawn, through my open window, i gazed upon a breathless and a heart stopping sight... On the horizon, in front of me appeared an aurora of mystical lights, reflecting deep into the cavities and, ridges of the surrounding mountains. Before me showing an early light penetrating the morning mist, as it caused a perpetual golden rays to illuminate through the highest mountain peaks awakening the earth below.
As i peered closely, brilliant colors of light stretched upwards like fingers on a hand into the yet, dawning sky. . . Oh, as i gazed at this precious sight time itself seemed to be waiting and wanting to grasp hold of the first beams that would burst forth from the east and to witness sun's smile beckoning. . . .
I thanked my Lord for letting me live this day. . . .