"Be Flexible"

Be flexible, brutally flexible

Be flexible towards yourself and towards others

Be flexible with your methods, we all know what we really want inside, (we think we don't but if you look deep enough you'd know) and there's more than one way to get there

Be flexible with your perception, sometimes, and despite our instinct (and knowledge), there's more than what meets the eye

Be flexible with your opinions, second chances doesn't be little you

Be flexible with your routine, a little surprise (or sometimes a break) won't collapse your structure

Be flexible with your plans, they will change, we don't know what's coming ahead, so leave room for adjustments (and sometimes cancellations, they only mean you're heading for a new plan)

Be flexible with your feelings, it's never demeaning to love again 

Be flexible with your food, a little sting freshens the body (unless you're  allergic)

Be flexible to learn more, see more, understand more, feel more, and give more. 

The world is too big and too full; be flexible to have the capacity to digest life.

"جنون الصغير"

اخذت احاكي صِغَر سنّي،

كم من العمر يرتقبني

لعقل هدأ في نفسي قدره.

و لكن ماذا لو قُدِر الّا يُلتَمس قدره؟

و ان الوجود، تبحّر في اللامنتهي؟

و لعل العمر رقم في بحر حكايات نعيشها

لحقت بعقلي عمر لم ابلغه.

يُروَي عليّ الحديث من هنا و هناك

انصت في صمت يهيّج داخلي ازفة التغيير

و من حيث لا ادري تتوالي الامواج علي روعي،

اسئلة عن ما صح و ما يمكن

"ما اكثر ما يعجب و ما يَسُر"

للهدي عليّ فضل في أسباب تدلّني،

و يأتي من يمسك بيدي

فالتمس فيه مخرج، و يسترجع فيّ صحوة المبتدئ

لا اعرف من فينا وجب عليه روي حكايته؟

و من فينا يري في الآخر امل؟

فكل منّا رأي في الآخر سبيل

فلعل هذه سنّة الحياة

و لعل هذا جنون الصغير

فلا زلت لا اعرف جنون الكبير

"عرفت و لم ادري"

عرفت و لم ادري،

و استهواني النفي و السؤال

تكدَّس الفكر باستنباط

ليس بالضرورة ملتمس بالواقع

تكدُّس خنق في جوفي الهدي

و جعل من الخوف ملجأ

اناجي في نفسي المناجي

لقلة حيلتي و ارتيابي

و الحمد له، يتجلي

علي روحي معززا بالهوي

و يسلك لي طريق المنتهي

ان وعد الصبر قائما 

لانه يعلم في الوجدان ما استوي

و علي من سواه الاتكال

و في رحمته دوام.

عرفت و لم ادري انني،

سلكت طريق من دون وعي

لنور في ظلمة دلّني

لبشرة الي الخير تسوقني.

"الوسط"

وسط وسطيّ متوسط الوسط

لا يتّسم بالعلوّ، لكنّه عَلا المنتصف

لا مُفرط و لا مفتعل، لا ناقص و لا مبتذل

مثابر و بالوعي يتّسم

لا يقرب الجاه و لا يتربّع القاع

سعيد، محتجب من نشوة الفرح

ساكن في الحزن، من الكآبة لا يقترب

يميزه الاعتدال و في اعتداله اتّزان

زين خلاص نفسه من طرفي الحياة

وسط الناس هو، يُهدئ من روع مُكتسح

و يروِّع من غفلة خامد مُنهزم

بأن هناك متّزن

من غير كَلِم

هو يَزِن

بالوسط.

"True Matter"

I've come to realise that I am quite a sensitive person, not in terms of experiencing emotional turmoil as much as acquiring a rather expandable set of thoughts and emotions affected by my surrounding. Maybe I'd call that being responsive.
I tend to lose time in observation, dwell into the dynamic scene of life and willingly surrender to the natural influence of poles. I lose myself to a book, to a movie, a song, music, anything that I allow into my surrounding and allow myself, subconsciously, to get affected by. I've come to discover that there is one thing that forcefully affects me the most.
A strong influence that not only affects me, but shapes my very existence. An experiential series that lingers in my mind and memory, that which constructs the course of my path and accompany me through it. A reflection to my character, my thoughts and actions.
Human beings.
And not to get confused, it's not an immature influence nor by reckless indefinite number. It is that invisible touch of a human, swiftly crossing your path, sometimes remotely, but deeply effective. A word, an action, that is sometimes not even directed to you, but in their presence you experience something.
That intangible touch of humanity that teaches you something you never thought you'd acquire. Endorsing relevance and relatability through each other's vulnerability. Acknowledging silently why human beings are the most cherished creatures. The fact that their positives and negatives both teach you something, how they amend your vision, makes them indispensable.
So here's to the human beings that crossed my life, I'm grateful for your existence, even the momentary one. Most of all, here's to the human beings who willingly moulded themselves into becoming my significant creatures of friendship, the ones who their presence wasn't forced, but a decision of choice. You are indispensable, you are true matter.