Hadi Atallah

The source of life comes from being One.

My eyes flared and the songs of eternity roared in my ears.

I hovered, suspended between two profound forces: happiness at one end, strength on the other. 

They say happiness is for slaves, the strong people do say that, anyway.

Yet, the high order had its warm and lucent eyes on me.

Like a lion, eyeing its cub.

And in its shade, happiness, joy and strength converged! 

I follow its rules and obey.

It had become a self affair, making a quick soft-footed procession into the center, where my neighbors and their children sang.

And like a caged bird, I sang along with them, listening to the splash of cooling water. 

Faith and hope go together. I looked outward, knowing I am One.

With my own race, with humanity.