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Age Has Not Made Me Wise

The more I’ve grown in years, the more aware my stupidities are. Let not such words fool thee as an act of humility. I’ve grown weaker and solidified in my twisted ways. Unable to change. Pathetic. I’ve turned cries of sorrow into laughter. Pain into pleasure. Corruption into perfection. I’ve turned a blind eye toContinue reading “Age Has Not Made Me Wise”

Letter from the Vanquished

My heart is weary and the mind stained with fears.Everlasting that old and new souls clash on the Field of Tears. All are crushed beneath the hooves of time.Regardless the strength in virtue, nor the extent of inquity,not one will survive this mighty charge before the eye. Thou art foolish.Absurd.Arrogant.To believe thine earthly image willContinue reading “Letter from the Vanquished”

Songs of Reflection: Sacrarium

Golden Rays touch the height of pines and the lowest tidesSpreading beyond the Sanctum of where I wish to dwellWherefore I may be comforted and purified How delightful is your Profession, O’ LordHow bountiful is thy MercyHow great is thy Majesty For as the birds observe thine Glory most infinite For which You reside among theContinue reading “Songs of Reflection: Sacrarium”

Songs of Reflection: A Sinner’s Plea

Forgive me, O’ Lord For I am wretched. My soul is tainted from all iniquities. I had called you Father. I favored thee as the Savior, and King above all. Yet I denied thee. I had committed a most treacherous sin. Spitting upon your Holiness in the most trialed hour. My bones are twisted, andContinue reading “Songs of Reflection: A Sinner’s Plea”

A Letter of Tears to Pashto افغانستان (Afghanistan)

Beloved of Afghanistan, Remember the days of sun and stars O’ descendants of sorrow. Another dark age is passing, For better or worse, Your hearts are locked in fear. I pray that I could do more to ease your pains; To be present among you. To care for the old and frail To wipe awayContinue reading “A Letter of Tears to Pashto افغانستان (Afghanistan)”

Love and Atonement: A Second Dialogue between the Student and Mentor

“My dear Master Irfan, I thank ye for the wisdom you had bestowed upon my troubled soul a few days past. Yet, I return with more trouble…” “Ah, my student Talib! Time is riddled with endless inquiries and trials in all aspects of life. It fills my heart when a student continues to question andContinue reading “Love and Atonement: A Second Dialogue between the Student and Mentor”

The Dead Rose Bush: A brief Dialogue between a Student and Teacher

“Dear, Mentor. Thine heart continues to drag me through the pains of past memories. Every day I wake, I am greeted by sadness. Every night I seek rest, I am haunted by agony. Everywhere I go, every pilgrimage I take, I’m stalked by the shadows of those whom I loved dearly; the gentle yet fieryContinue reading “The Dead Rose Bush: A brief Dialogue between a Student and Teacher”

Songs of Reflection: Delight and Terror

As the heart walks among the sea of sorrows Underneath I find currents of silence to follow Cast of red, turquoise, and ivory rest among the olden groundThou once believed creation had naught to awe beyond my Crown The thread of life balanced on breath and deathWith no alternative left, there the ends are metContinue reading “Songs of Reflection: Delight and Terror”

The Faithful Dreamer

Werner Herzog and the Pyramid of Life “Yes, the pyramids have been built, but if you give me 300,000 disciplined men and give me 30 years, I could build a bigger one.” -Werner Herzog    We are a race of dreamers. Fantasies, nightmares, visions, and ambitions. Noble goals of dissimilar fashions developed within our heartsContinue reading “The Faithful Dreamer”