My breath made no sound, yet I knew that I was not invisible. Voices thundered in my ears, and my eyes grew conscious of the Truth that lay outside of me. This is the unconscious, humbled.
We refuse to be life’s hostage and I can only imagine the strike and rush of little waves against my favorite beach and their silent withdrawal. Where do they go? I don’t know. Humanity’s fate still holds a chance, nevertheless.
Love is light within the darkest of hearts, a great hollow opened at its bottom. In that void, an exchange of energy exists, where waves caress the shore and give birth to a sun beyond the horizons. And from this intense gloaming and searing blaze, we draw our strength.
Our hearts eventually tend to explode, and in our wisdom, we learn to endure the pain, only to finally realize that we have always been heart broken.
After the endless searches for profound knowledge, one at last arrives to the profound gate. There, in the midst of singing of birds, the splashing water, and the sweeping chirps of Love whispering to you, “Bury me alive,” we come to know, the darkest of lights stands faithfully by our side.
Resonance is free and infinite, yet shaped by form and time. Chaos is but a veiled symphony, imagined to adjust and align.
Hadi Atallah 
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