Friday, 15 March 2019

Moonlit night.

Dear World,

On a full-moon night, I does stand on this bed here and look north-east through the big window facing the sea. I does feel a wildness, something more than happiness, more than joy, I don't know if a word for it exist, I does feel it rushing through me veins, making me heart beat like a soft drum, fulling me head with love-thoughts, and I does wish I could fly out and sing this feeling to you, dear World.

Whenever me best friend in the Whole Wide World call via the Internet on a night like this, I does point me camera to that view.

The full moon, hanging low, does throw a light on the black-quivering sea, and even though cars and jeep rush past on the road, I does feel as if a mystical silence cover me and me friend, and only we two voices I can hear.

If only, dear World, if only everybody could experience this sea-stillness, and this light-beauty inside we-self, we-the-people everywhere wouldn't have to suffer the horror that hate wreaking 'pon all o' we everywhere today.

The other day, I hear a new song that reflect this longing in me.

Last night...I remember this song after the bloodshed last night in New Zealand.

The song is a ghazal, a love song, a type of Arab poetry that sing about separation and yearning to be together.

This song though is not a romantic song. Is a love song for all of humanity, separated, craving connection.

The video show a station...train or bus, I ain't know. It look like war pass through, and the people looking sad, waiting to continue on they life-travels.

Then Ali Sethi start to sing, and the connection...was a dream...or was real?




Oh World, oh beautiful, aching World. I wish, how I wish.