Dear William,

A faithful, Godly man would say that their Lord and what He manifests are his inspiration.
A person who is saddened in his daily affairs or at the state of others would say that was their inspiration to put pen to paper.
But what I write is merely carefully selected words placed neatly in a sentence to reflect my state of mind.
I look at this world and how beautiful it is and how much more beauty it contains within, then I look at its inhabitants and the way they have become.
I become torn between a state of deep longing for tranquillity and love and then the hardships of just being human.

Inspiration can come in the smallest form and in the most unexpected situations, one just needs to be open minded about where and when it comes and be ready to accept it.

And yes sometimes I can not write, my mind either becomes empty of everything or becomes congested with so many thoughts and emotions of life, of the human race that sometimes it’s better to keep silent.

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

Nature can become our teacher and whisper to us the secrets of a peaceful life, but all we do is destroy it through the life we live today.
For how long can this world take our abuses, and not treat us badly in return;
Now it has a clear vendetta against us, as we fail to understand how to live in harmony.
Then the day will soon arise whereby
the trees will no longer shade off the heat;
the rain will no longer quench our thirst;
the ice will melt and drown out our call of remorse;
the wheat will no longer feed even the rich;
And all that once worked in harmony with man, will become a bitter enemy against man.
tempest©

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

Weeping Statue

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Weeping statue, do you here my cry?

The state i've become the angels die.

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Weeping statue, do you feel my pain?

Fake treasures and greed are driving people insane.

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Weeping statue im losing my mind;

Peace on earth i fail to find.

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Weeping statue you stand so still;

You watch the people go by their will.

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Weeping staute while oy ucarry on weeping;

The world deepens in turmoil whilst its people are fleeting.

Tempest©

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

Unnoticed perception

I can not be what you perceive me to be.
Be that the shining rays of the splendid sun;
The drop of rain which brings forth life;
The startling flowers which adorn the gardens;
The singing nightingale with its enchanting melody;
Nor the beauty of the phoenix hypnotising lovers gaze.

I can only be the dust on which you walk upon…
…and go unnoticed until the ground and I become one.
Tempest ©

بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

Fill your bowl to the brim

and it will spill.

Keep sharpening your knife

and it will blunt.

Chase after money and security

and your heart will never unclench.

Care about the approval of people

and you will be their prisoner.

Do your work, then step back—

The only path to serenity.

Tao Te Ching 9