ـ "... إن فى الإنسان منطقة عجيبة سحيقة لا تصل إليها الفضيلة ولا الرذيلة ، ولا تشع فيها شمس العقل والإرادة ، ولا ينطق لسان المنطق ، ولا تطاع القوانين والأوضاع ، ولا تتداول فيها لغة أو تستخدم كلمة ... إنما هى مملكة نائية عن عالم الألفاظ والمعاني ... كل مافيها شفاف هفاف يأتي بالأعاجيب فى طرفة عين ... يكفي أن ترن فى أرجائها نبرة ، أو تبرق لمحة ، أو ينشر شذا عطر ، حتى يتصاعد من أعماقها فى لحظة من الإحساسات والصور والذكريات ، ما يهز كياننا ويفتح نفوسنا على أشياء لا قبل لنا بوصفها ، ولا بتجسيدها ، ولو لجأ إلى أدق العبارات و أبرع اللغات ... " ـ

توفيق الحكيم

Within man lies a deep wondrous spot, to which neither virtue nor vice can reach. Upon which the sun of reason and will never rise. In which the mouth of logic never speaks, the laws and rules are never obeyed, and not a language is used nor a word is ever spoken.
It is a distant Kingdom, beyond words and meanings. With everything is a sheer murmur offering wonders in a blink. From the depths of which, suffice a single tone or a flash of mind or a scent of a perfum, to allow rise of emotions, pictures and memories, a rising that will shake our being and open ourselves to things we can neither describe nor materialize even if we used the most refined of phrases or the most skillful of languages.

Tawfiq Al-Hakim.
(My humble transalation of the arabic text)

Thursday, May 10, 2007

A Thousand Years


A thousand years, a thousand more, A thousand times, a million doors to eternity.
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times, An endless turning stairway climbs To a tower of souls. If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars, The towers rise to numberless floors in space. I could shed another million tears, a million breaths, A million names but only one truth to face. A million roads, a million fears A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty. I could speak a million lies, a million songs, A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time. But if there was a single truth, a single light, A single thought, a singular touch of grace. Then following this single point, this single flame, The single haunted memory of your face... I still love you...I still want you, A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves Like galaxies in my head . . . . . . On and on the mysteries unwind themselves, Eternities still unsaid ...... 'Til you love me

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