Awakening the Soul

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم




Valley of Pain

Awoke in the valley of pain;
Dark, alone, all vulnerable to the vultures;
They stare at every movement; note every sound;
Eager for the perfect moment.
Their pedestal raised high above the ground;
The viciousness is soaring; the eyes widening ...
The chanting startling….
The plunging deep…
The piercing sharp…
Deep into the depths of the mysterious heart…
What wonders lie there, what compassions?
What pains and sorrows,
What broken alleyways,
And mended punctures,
All within a chamber of secrets;
Torn apart in the valley of pain.
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