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By not*about*you Date: 2007 May 08 Comment on this Work [[2007.05.08.14.00.20604]] |
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The years have passed and what a trip - without you - always missing - passing Time flowing like waves in the sea of you - i barely survived - long pauses - silence Running around the world to only see your images From the streets of Rome, to the bells of Nazareth, Among the prayers and sounds of Kathmandu, and Beyond the light to the darkness of Iceland -- All picturesque like the pieces of my memories Of you and only you following my heart to every corner Because I know it is you spirit chaser. And of love? Rituals have been my only connection to that myserious - place called home - of you - from the sacrifice of the chicken to cleanse of your sins, to the prayers of Jerusalem and the chanting of the Buddhist monks - yearly my spirit connects to you. And of home? A picture and a name and an echo in the wind is all that is left to me by you. I shall add another ritual as I always do year after year of piling things to do - for you - in the mosque they too shall chant your name for grace, for love, for success and for me to always love you. |