We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

By William Henry Davies

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The Journey Has Begun

All the dreading, all the doubts

It shouldn't have been easy,

The late nights, wild thoughts and plans

Everything seemed a bit hazy,

The whole thing was simply bigger than me

A stormy atmosphere, not windy or breezy,

With me you were, as you said you'll be

Yet all this dread and fear has made me crazy,

I heard it all but I didn't listen,

Tired of all that guess'n,

The joy of a blessing,

Never wanted it to lessen,

I still can’t see through all that haze

The journey has begun but my heart feels dreary,

Though the fire of hope is still ablaze

Winds might blow it off and the thought is eerie!

The path we’ve taken has left me in a daze

All this running and hurrying is making me uneasy,

The road ahead, frightful in so many ways

A day might come when all is blown like the petals of a daizy,

I heard it all but I didn't listen,

Tired of all that guess'n,

The joy of a blessing,

Never wanted it to lessen.

                  (C) Sara


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عدت إلى الديار وكم لها من وحشة .. ففـي القـلب اشتيـاق وفـي العيـن أدمـع

سـارت مراكـبنـا بعيـداً إلـى معــزل .. لا مؤنساً فيه غير أمواج بحر ومـن مـع

أرواحـنـا سكـنـت إلى شطئـان بحـر .. والنـفـس هامت للحن الهـوى بلا مسـمع

فـي عزلتـي صادقـت ليــلاً سـاكـنـا .. معه مناجات روحي وفيه القـلب يـخشـع

ومع إشـراق نـور وشمـس الصبـاح .. ودعنـي النسيـم وطيـر يرفـرف مسـرع

ان الضمير الآثم لا يحتاج الى اصبع اتهام
لذا ابدأو بمحاكمه أنفسكم أمام ضمائركم
واعلموا أن شجره الظلم لا تثمر
وان من بالغ في استسلامه ضاق فكره عن رؤية الحقيقة
ومن صدق كلمه الحياة سخر منه ضميره
وان عواقب الصمت اشد خطورة من أسبابه
ولان الضمير هو منارة الإنسان للصواب
نستعين به لتحقيق الحلم العربي
لذا دعو ضمائركم تنطق
فالضمير الأبكم شيطان اخرس

{اوبريت الضمير العربي}

 
It's strange, how much a single word can change one's life. How one simple spoken decision can impact your life in ways you never imagined. It's a wonder really.

 We don't think much about what we say, but the truth of the matter is that a single yes or no can make wonders, let alone a sentence, or a speech!

 It's amazing once we reflect on it for a while. Imagine with me … what if everything, and I mean everything, you say holds as you? What if whatever you speak you are accountable for? What if you are judged by what you say? Even more so, what if … your every word can be taken as a promise?

 But isn't a word already a promise? Do they really mean different things? Or are they truly the same?

 The truth is, you can wonder the same way about every question from the above. Everything you say holds as you. Whatever you speak you are accountable for. You are judged by what you say. Even more so, your every word can be taken as a promise…

 The truth is that this is the truth.

 More than once it has been said that we, people, are what we say. That we are the words we speak. It's true. Only people started talking and never stopped!

 Silence is gold, they also say. Something I strongly believe in. Not only because I'm bad with spoken words, but because silence in itself, is not just that … it's much more.

 Silence is thinking, it's dreaming, it's the stillness, it's the peace, the weighing up of things, the breath and what comes between heartbeats. Silence is what makes us talk, and what more than often speaks for us. Frankly, it's enough to remind ourselves that a moment of silence can speak more loudly than a thousand words.                                 

It's through silence that I learned the value of a word … spoken so simply and scarcely, but holding meanings that can comprise the world.

Here's a related little poem I once read and liked:

The Power of Words

 'Tis a strange mystery, the power of words!
Life is in them, and death. A word can send
The crimson colour hurrying to the cheek.
Hurrying with many meanings; or can turn
The current cold and deadly to the heart.
Anger and fear are in them; grief and joy
Are on their sound; yet slight, impalpable
A word is but a breath of passing air.