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Aug22

Echoes of the Heart…

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Echoes of the Heart…

They say the heart is where it all begins.

A breath, a beat, a rhythm,

I am talking about passion,

It’s the one magical driver that defies all logic and makes anything happen.

As I face a dilemma of making a decision, and usually I am quick at deciding. However this time, I’m dwelling and delving into an inner debate, while it just takes me one simple thing to start, and that is…focus, that inner voice or ego keeps disturbing my peace, and reminding me of failure, making me hesitant to reach out to my heart and follow my passion once again.

With a heart beat that will be so loud, I will seize to hear the background, I promise myself, so I decided…

I will set my foot to the ground and order this disturbing noise to hush,

I will start making magic again…

It will be a realisation of a vision I had when I was so young and kept telling people about it,

My friend’s recent note that says: “work on your project” just keeps popping up on my screen, is yet another sign that very clearly is in synch with the results of my endeavours and a conclusion to a vicious circle of rejections.

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When the work begins there will be no looking back, the passion and drive will be like there is no tomorrow. I owe this much and more to myself and my loved ones.

Here’s to this not being just another project of mine but this time it will be an echo of my heart, a shoutout to my success and a seal of approval from the universe.

Let the work begin!

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Aug13

Sudden Silence…

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As I recover from the trauma of my surgery…and as the medicine and anaesthetic starts to subside…I can’t stop thinking of the beautiful lady, the succesful young mother, the beautiful wife, who was next to me…as I hear silence that suddenly refused to lend her peace..an unwanted silence that decided to simply ruin her dream…

A mother of 2 who was full of life, ready to venture with her family into the land of dreams and make a wonderful home far far away…with her suitcases packed, a chapter already closed and a new one ready to begin…life or destiny or an unfortunate event…decided to invade her life and steal it all away, in a second.


I honestly can’t find the word, the meaning, the term, the explanation, it is just a feeling that makes me sick to the gut, as I ask myself why,why,why..???


I lay on my bed, I forget my pain, I forgive, I surrender, knowing that with time I will recover..

Yet, I can’t close my eyes without thinking of the beautiful lady who suffered a stroke, laying there next to me unable to move, unable to talk…my heart is torn and I try to find the words to pray, to find the faith to believe in miracles, they say these do happen and deep inside I want them to.

Beautiful lady, my heart tore to pieces when I saw what you were going through, my tears didn’t stop falling when I heard you cry in pain and saw your family united in prayer and in love for you to heal and recover. You made me forget my pain, you reminded me to overcome my struggle, you gave me courage and reminded me of a powerful feeling that I used to live by…called determination.

They say angels come in many forms at different times and I believe I was not alone in that room and you were not either.

You will make it against all odds, you will defeat the silence and your light will overcome the darkness that has intrusively decided to invade your life…

This is not a poem, this is not a story, this is not a statement or an article or a post…this is a call to the universe..


I cannot forget those 3 days of my life and I will never forget you, I will never forget the beautiful face who was determined to embrace a dream, and got shattered by evil sickness as a result…I will pray for you everyday and will believe a miracle will prevail and this odd chapter in your life will be torn away leaving a new page of endless happy healthy ever afters. 

Apr14

The Caged Butterfly…

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I was once the queen of the sky
My crown would shine every time I flew up so high
I was once a free butterfly

butterflies

I was once part of the colourful gardens
I never imagined I could ever die
My bed was a rose and my perfume the nectar
My light was that ever shining star
I was once part of a magical universe
In its beauty I would immerse

red roses

Until one day, I got captured
My tiny heart got raptured
I was promised love
I was told I will fly freely like a dove
I was promised life
I was promised dreams

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Today I am a caged butterfly
Hopelessly trying to flap my wings again
Tears drop every morning as I know the roses are enjoying the dew of dawn
And I am dying with every drop as it evaporates the land

Yesterday I was a free butterfly
Flapping my wings like there was no tomorrow
Aching with today’s sorrow
Alas, the cage is becoming tighter as my days pass by
I can barely breath or sigh

butterflies

And I grow out of that promised love
That took my hope of life
Never tried to reconcile
Helplessly Watching me die

And I wonder, will tomorrow be the last day I bid farewell
Leaving me with only one desire
To forgive my sweet heart that failed me
As I die in peace and enjoy returning to that place I belong
So long, so long to you my caged butterfly.

remember my message

 

Mar19

Let Love Live…

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Ode to a dying soul
Can your heart love more than you can?
LetLoveFree
Does your body ache when you know
It’s a love so deep and
Never did it sleep
Feelings that can not be measured
or expressed in words
soulofagypsy-letloveliveSadness spreads in your veins
When you realise
The song of those two loving souls
Can never be heard
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For why did it appear
When all was supposed to disappear
With time
With distance
With circumstance

Can your heart love more than you can?

Let Love Live
Beyond time
Beyond distance
Beyond circumstance
LetLovebe

Let Love drive away sadness
Let Love drive away despair
Let Love run wild
Let Love in
Let Love be
Let Love be Us
Let Love Live.
LetLoveLive

Feb16

Hymn of Life…

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I decided to make peace.

While I enjoyed memories of the past,

I looked forward to the future,

Something about the present kept telling me this will pass,


Glimpses of the past and

Dreams of the future made me hold on…

Hold on I did, but they fooled me,

I was just stuck,

It was such a haze,

A complete illusion.


There needs to be more to it than just such days.

Will this ever end?

A hymn of life,

A hum of destiny,

A painting so old,

Yet some luster of gold,

Leaving a promise of a story,

Painted in the past,

Colored with our presence,

Speaking to us in its glory,

Reflecting our time tomorrow.

Will our perception change,

If we make peace?

Mar22

Stepping out of Time

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Stepping out of Time

Just another sip and things will turn around,
Waiting at the corner, for your shadow to appear
To tell me the story of your adventure,

A step out of time...

A step out of time…wondering…

Just another walk in the old pebbled street
Watching those artists colour the atmosphere with their originality,

Just another peek at the window of that chocolate shop, with its lustrous chandelier splashing magical rainbow light and fairy dust that smells like vanilla and pink roses, all over
Admiring those beautiful miniature artisans that will melt in my mouth,

chocolate shop

fairy dust and chocolate magic shop

Just a short break at my favourite bakery
Enjoying that smell of freshly baked breads and savouries,

Just another walk down the train station to lift my spirits up
Serenading me with the promises of tomorrow,

trainstation

Just another meet up at “Le Cafes des Artistes”
Savouring the beautiful aromas of coffee and hot chocolate as their steam dance on the rim of our cups like floating ballerinas, and let us not forget that last bite of quiche Lorraine, so splendid, so tasty, simply made with love by a third generation of chefs

coffee dancing steam

coffee dancing steam

As I walk up the pavement, taken aback by the sculptures and history of this magnificent place, hold on….
Just another window-shopping at my favourite local watchmaker and famous Jeweller,
Dwelling into the sparkles of such beauties, those watches each telling a time of its own character,

As I reach the top of that mosaic painted street, I am met with old friends;

mosaic colored street

mosaic colored street

The smell of cheese and wine, in that antique Brasserie, at the top of the hill, crowned by the ancient mythical castle,

antique Bistro

antique Brasserie

Inviting us to sit and enjoy that mesmerising ambience, sipping away, in our conversation,
Our voices get louder with enthusiasm, as we share our stories from across the seas and get taken aback in time,

wine and cheese

wine and cheese

Such a wonderful moment to reminisce, unforgettable memories, beating with life, stimulating all my senses,
Designing my future with grand anticipation,

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For, how often can one step out of time, to enjoy, time in its purest essence and enliven each and every bit of his being?

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stepping out of time…

Dec22

The Eyes Say it All…Tribute to a Phenomenal Dr

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The Eyes Say it All…Tribute to a Phenomenal Dr

From the bed he lays in, unable to move or talk, his eyes say it all. Although I don’t personally know him, however his story is so touching that I have to share it with you. With a will power so strong, and a commitment to life, his mission is to share with us an experience, so different, so humbling and so inspiring. This amazing person is Dr Jamil Zogheib, a very famous Pediatrician who graduated as Medicine Doctor in 1986, and Paediatrician in 1992. He started practicing in 1992. He built his success through his competence in his practice treating children. He also contributed to the development of two, Neonatal Intensive Units (NICU) in Lebanon.

Source: google Dr Jamil Zgheib a Flying Soul

Source: google    Dr Jamil Zogheib a “Flying Soul”

Dr. Zogheib was diagnosed with ALS in 2008 that left him completely confined, unable to move a muscle except his eyes. His determination, and love for life, since his diagnosis, hasn’t stopped him from constantly teaching, inspiring, and motivating people, or from even continuing his practice and following up with his patients through his Facebook page, ensuring his loyal followers get his free professional advice and support. BBC interview with Dr Jamil:

source: google Dr Jamil Zogheib Live Lecturing

source: google    Dr Jamil Zogheib Live Lecturing

His rock is his beautiful wife whom he calls his guardian angel, and his 3 children, who are his pride and joy.

Dr Jamil Zogheib and his wife

Dr Jamil Zogheib and his wife

This piece is a tribute to the amazing person he is, whose will to live and share his experience with us, is beyond what we can imagine. It is true, Dr Jamil Zogheib has been confined; yet, his willpower and his beautiful soul have been traveling far beyond, delivering great expressions, and powerful words written through his eyes, using Tobbi’s Eye Tracker, where he has published 9 books so far, “My Life, My Story”, “ Tips for children Health”, “Memories of a Paralysed”, “Living in Silence and Immobility” to mention some, and conducted seminars worldwide through Skype, and he has also initiated an ALS group in Lebanon to help raise awareness and action to this disease.

Dr Jamil Zogheib Children Health Tips book

Dr Jamil Zogheib Children Health Tips book

Dr Jamil Zgheib books

Dr Jamil Zogheib published books

He recently requested that his story be told in a documentary ” Jamil a Flying Soul” which was instigated and produced with the support of Mrs Karen Bustany, who according to his words, has made his wish come true, the documentary was produced by the talented Mr. Habr and Mrs. Khoury, the screening was held in NDU (Notre dame university in Lebanon) on 19th December 2014, with the objective of spreading it internationally.

Dr Jamil Zogheib story is beyond phenomenal, it is about celebrating life and overcoming pain and disease, it is about empowerment and love, it is about humanity and spirituality, it is about being a free soul no matter how confined one is, and how malignant a disease can be, it is the story of a hero who is writing “humanity” in a whole new way, overcoming all odds, and in the true essence of the saying, “The eyes are the window to the soul”.

Dr Jamil Zogheib documentary “Jamil a Flying Soul” is expected to go internationally in the hope that it will spread more awareness to ALS, courage, faith, motivation and gratitude to life. To check his pages visit:
http://jamilzogheib.com
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Guest-Book-page-Dr-Jamil-Zogheib/314518831924921?sk=info&tab=page_info https://www.facebook.com/DrJamilZogheib

Oct8

Seduce me…

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Seduce me, why don’t you,
Capture my mind with your intelligence,
Stimulate me with your knowledge,
Take me with you,
Let’s mark a spot in this universe.

You are such an enigma.

enigma

Gypsy soul: You are such an Enigma

Seduce me why don’t you,
Love me, for who I am,
Let’s travel together, to that unnoticed destination and make the ocean fall in love with us,
and the waves, oh those waves, cover our souls and revive our stories…

moonlight by the beach

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Seduce me, why don’t you,
Let this moment stand still and our hearts rejoice,
Love me, for who I am,
Let’s colour the clouds with our breaths,
The sky will feel jealous, the stars will unite and the moon, oh that lovely red blood moon, will cry…

October Blood Moon

photo credit: google                                                Blood Red Moon October 2014

Seduce me, why don’t you,
I will love you, for who you are,

You are such an enigma.

Jul24

Barefoot

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Stop for a while,
Keep your shoes on,
Walk,
Look around you:

photo sources: google "walk"

photo sources: google
“walk”

Don’t they all look alike?
Don’t they all look like variations of colors splashed on a painting?
Some colorful, some cheerful,
Some dull, some indifferent and some faceless?
Doesn’t it feel like a theatrical, a play?
Some are good performers, some are not so good and some don’t fit in?
Sometimes you see their mouths open and close, yet you do not hear their voices, you do not feel marveled, you simply do not feel,
Or you might feel uneasy, unwell, un-amused, or shadowed by their intentions,
And Sometimes you just hear their voices without them speaking and feel their passion draw you to their characters?
What a challenge it is to see what you see, hear what you hear and feel as such; yet you cannot, except be in such a circle,

Now try to walk barefoot,
Walk on, look down, look up, and look around,
Feel the ground, the heat, the cold, and the pain in your feet:

photo source: google "Bare footprint"

photo source: google
“Walk Barefoot, leave a foot print behind”

Don’t you feel exposed?
It feels good; it is the chance to know the truth, about yourself and about your surrounding,
Those who are unafraid to walk “barefoot” truly make the colors stand out of the painting, show the charisma of the performers, express the story, beam their light,
Make you shine,

The pictures, the play, the theatrical, the paintings, the characters,
Will feel real if they are genuine, and you will not feel exposed,
They will feel unreal, and …you will feel exposed
When you feel grounded, you are more attuned, and you will be able to know, to learn, to feel, to enjoy your “barefoot” pace, and walk longer no matter the ground,

People, who walked barefoot in history, are beacons of light today,
They knew the truth, shared it and taught it to those, who were not afraid to walk barefoot too,

Let us celebrate freedom and get exposed,
Fearlessly as we surround ourselves with the light,
Let us walk barefoot and enjoy every challenge,
The only ones really exposed, are those who do not have the courage to walk barefoot,
And those who do, walk on inexhaustibly and leave a footprint behind.

 

Jun9

Sound of Silence

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Sitting by the beach,
Captivated by the twinkling water,
I close my eyes and all I see;
Is a beauty so divine, hidden beyond,
The sound of silence.

moonlight by the beach

moonlight by the beach

Waves rise and fall,
The moon shines above me,
Leaving my shadow behind,
Tides wash through my feet,
Such a bliss to be touched by mother nature,
To hear her song, feel her tenderness, her eternity,
In the sound of silence.

meditating under the moonlight

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As I melt in this beauty,
I dwell in my inner self and I see a reflection of her,
I hear her call,
I watch her dance,
I feel her touch,
I sense her warmth, such an expression of love,
I grasp her forgiveness,
In the sound of silence.

She caresses my heart, she moves my soul, she welcomes me,
Such a pure flow of generosity,
She whispers;
And I breath in, my dream,
She whispers;
And I Know.

In this night, the sky has shined its light,
And my mother, has washed away my sorrow,
And I regained my trust, my hopefulness, my star,
I want to stay in her shelter forever,
I want to hear her comforting rhythm, listen to her music,
I want to linger in this serenity, I want to stay and hear that sound of purity,

Awakening

Awakening

But I have to go back,,
I promised her to go back, I promised her to stay in touch,
I promised her, I will keep listening to and hearing;
Our sound of silence.