Hadi Atallah

Setting them down as rich people, I go along to see what kind of joy may develop.

They knew my simplicity, goodness and truth. 

And, since early morning was now over and business was flourishing.

I reflected: I had once for a short time been part of a great world.

And my whole subsequent life will be memory and longing for audacity. 

Perhaps life reaches into a secret place somewhere in the cosmos, until, at last, simplicity and daring flatten the almost valueless lusts of life.

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.

Working very deftly, I see.

Placing your work in a hole, covering it up carefully, and concealing the spot.

Then, rewarding yourself with a little supper of hot chocolate, sweet cake and fruit.

Perhaps the universe is in time to save you, arriving in time to guide you.

We are made perfect and created whole.

Accepting this truth is the highest spiritual unfoldment. 

Things may not be seem to be the best or even ideal, but you and I are made for the best.

We are perfect in every sense.

Take a deep breath, and tread gently.

Small and little caressing gestures reveal how lovely this wisdom is.

Love yourself. Applaud your reflection in the mirror. And simply be. 

Though the light may be very dim.

And though your face is flushed and your throat is working a little thick with emotion.

Brush your fingers against your arm; give aid to yourself when you can, and comfort when you cannot. 

You shall win the fight! You are a pearl such as one has never seen.

Patience, my dear friend. Talk slow. Talk low. And keep it little.

Looking through glass and mirrors,

I see a reflection you too have known.

What are we but undulating souls, flickering reflections.

Whispers of a cosmic revolution.

Now, the dawn was coming, I looped under the blanket.

The melody of the morning bright in my ears. And now, I would come to remember, how pleasant to see that my first thoughts were good thoughts.

I nodded my head solemnly and broke through the horizons, into the warm and the unity of the world outside.

My ambitions stirred, my plans and the goals were clear before me.

My mind probed for action before things came to be.

My rage and hatred I once carried had melted into pure determination.

With organized thought, I knew, things in the holy scripts were really there!

‘Do not ask for validation,’ I told my self. ‘Just get up and work.’

It takes such revitalizing energy to be working like a donkey to get you to Bethlehem.