Long Been Gone!

Long Been Gone!

There are things that should have long been gone and should have screeched into nothingness while you wished them disappear, yet they remained till you got used to their bitter taste but never was able to swallow their sludgy waste. They grew into a life of their own to tackle you when you try to spill their ardent secrets. You no longer know they are there but their crippling attachment to all thoughts when you ruminate and even moments of revery. They exist so deep in every moment of your life trying never to mend but to keep you in the swirl of the lies they contended, and how they blind you from seeing that it's them not you or seeing that others are too not them, they cloak your perception to accept that it is what it is. You are at least for most of it not left all alone, but when you do have the decision to finally exert everything back into light a clutter of apathy distorts you back to the same sinking ship. Till you reach the bottom of the sea, and only then, you will see them finally spill, but when you look upwards to the light above, you will know forever there was always a way. Now that you know and can finally see, will you take the voyage with me?

Something's Strange!

Start from within...

Something’s Strange!

Many shivering moments that one begin to think
it’s all Illusion.
Suddenly everything’s psychic.
something’s strange;

time, Behavior… ideals.
Clarity is a missing fortune
for all busy with things that don’t matter
It’s strange how the shift was clearer further back then than now.
The shift the world’s at now,
the reason why everything’s more different than ever.
For now each one is trying to align themselves to a better reality.
A reality that makes perfect sense.
Exposed to everything, nothing seems to be hidden anymore.
A simple desire to keep searching
within oneself, within this whole creation;
the answer lies within;
bring oneself to the All-Powerful the All-Creator;
brings oneself to the true Harmony.
We were left in a road with a Map,
with a guide, but we were swayed.
It’s time. Before the shift is over,
before Clarity is too late,
to open into a life of Compassion.
It’s simple if to seek meaning not conclusions,
nothing then will seem strange.

Al-Gassim Sharaf Addin October 24, 2012

System, Change, and Resonance

 

 I admit: there is no change.

 

System, Change, and Resonance

All things around us, people, time, place, thoughts, sounds, colors, and all the components of the universe of which things we are able to connect with and recognize their existence; and things of the creation that we aren’t able to recognize; are complete and done. Together they are one, complete and done. From this one, came the journey humans decided and accepted to take. Still this journey we take was there before even knowing that we will be taking it. To us it seems like there is an arrangement, and we start to identify therefore with change then see that “the only constant is change.”

For more than a year I kept repeating this phrase: “the only constant is change,” but there is no change I can finally say. What we see as change is our universes start to need to experience different trails of life. We create different trails that have been there even before us creating them, and then because of our belief we start to need to fit in our incomplete self directed creation of our world therefore we persist to stick to this illusion and call these different “trails” change. Everything – these things and these trails, we call change were all there before.

This thing we call change is simply us opening up to things that we didn’t open up for before, when all already exist and nothing changed but a perception and thought of our own. This meaning of change should instead be termed “shifting.” The common meaning for the word change – alternation of states, simply doesn’t exist in that exact phrase. There is only one state and one condition of which we took a fragment of and starting creating different realities that when “change” occurs we shift from one reality into another. Giving up to the common meaning of the word change is giving in to the system which takes away our actual condition and parts us away into these “realities” to seem separate. We begin to believe that we need to completely transform into something different to open to the different dimensions of the world.

Change – in its common meaning, is an illusion the system feeds on to keep enslavement and apartness because of a constant urge it gives to be part of this distorted metaphysical universe. It is simple and the effort of “change” as commonly presumed is unnecessary; perhaps even more dangerous if it locks one into the shifting process endlessly instead of accepting the power coming from within; the power that brings everything into completeness and their continuous connection with Creator. It’s somewhere within that we understand and resonate with the harmony we need to accept again.

Bigger than Me

burning the manual it shall be ..



Bigger than Me
How many lines shall I keep reading, and how many questions shall stop me? The closer I am the farther the answers seem to be, and more then do I have to strip away my personal convictions perhaps I reach a pure thought. The pain is deep, the time is racing, and trying to complete myself to reach a purpose is steep. I shed some tears, and laugh upon the steers I made in my life, but the explosions within never sleep. This storm came and changed everything so fast – everything before seemed little and simple, but now I might have gotten taller, yet everything became bigger than me. Blinded by passion, tortured by emotion, and shredded by introspection, I spend my days waiting for some kind of redemption.
My extraversion beats the conclusions of my introversion, and vice-versa; thus, keeping me in some cloudy position - bigger than me. This war of ranging dispositions is slower than the dimensions that this world is driven by and so goes by unnoticed. Therefore, the venoms affect it has on me is not obvious but somehow my consciousness noticed it, and in-effect took away the belief of belonging. I have shifted far from what used to be reality to seeing how this reality is simply crafted illusions.
I have been down this road before, but given-up and pushed myself back to the manual of “life.” The manual of life, the constitutions I never signed, and the fictitious codes of the Human designed systems. These systems that shape societies, laws, and all walks of life are made by humans to enslave humans.
Only the one who created human can free humans.

-         Al-Gassim Sharafuddin  July 29, 2012 4:04 AM

I Am Naked!

nevertheless, floating on or diving in is not the case ..

I Am Naked!

Life stops where you stop, and the deeper you go, the deeper life gets – it’s all you. Yet why do the experiences flutter into the nothingness of time and disappear? Mocking us into being truly in touch with all there is, and bitterly holding on to those things of the world, not wanting to open up the soul. Useless boundaries when all is a clump of matter and soon to return back to one. There is meaning and there is sound wisdom, but the more you know, the more there is still that you don’t know, so how could one reach a definite affirmation of life when the only thing that is ultimate is that there will always be more? Are we meant to remain floating on and ignore that we always have a chance to dive in? If floating on is the reason, why do pearls not float along? How deep a breath are you willing to take before diving with ponder into life? Considering every moment especially dear to the heart, being naked to the scars knowing somehow it is how you must grow. Wearing no shield to keep your heart, only to let everything in and grasp the harmonious meaning of everything that must touch your eyes and sink into your soul. The stronger the intention of wanting to understand, the more mysterious the lyrics become. It’s a scene where the sunsets, but one remains spattered by the duality of the simplicity of the silent setting with the intricacy of the explosion of its glow. It’s all a matter of choice, but somehow and for some reason it was meant that everything shall eventually reach its end, so what’s it worth living and not knowing? It’s beyond curiosity – it’s the innocence of passion.

-Al-Gassim Sharafuddin, June 11, 2012

Breathing Dust

Humility is my light, a Breathing Dust is who I am ..

Breathing Dust
Simply look away when dislike fills the air, simply drop the bomb of sympathy to keep yourself okay, and simply act the brittle part in inceptions of might and great – when your soul is peeled, and delusions of a psychological being remain.
If for some reason humbleness came your way for you to seek the truth, they will let you go. “Truth is an ocean, there are oceans of truth,” they’ll tell you. With all pleasure you swim from shore to shore. From shore to shore, as if there is a desire to struggle, a hunger for pain, and an unspoken grief over the growing excite that something within is mortal. From shore to shore, all, only to keep one from giving in to the cage they’ve locked themselves in. It is as putting a bird in a cage made of gold to keep the guilt away, and here, the souls are buried deep that only the make-up appears.
In such world, a hacked illusion feeding of despair, the shade is rarely tempting. Darkness veils itself in light, and any form of resistance is equivalent to slavery however one goes. Even to resist is to play by their rules of the game, and such is no different to slavery.
Remember, in such world, they’ll never tell you that sometimes everyone is just trying to “swim against the stream” to be themselves, and they never told you that everyone is almost lost busy swimming the oceans seeking the truth - still in their own cage.
Whereas the truth might really seem as vast as the ocean, the truth could just be a tear in a silent night, a sigh in acceptance to the process of life, and even simpler, a laugh of joy to all there is.
How difficult it is to embrace love and truth when one is in such a cage? How easy is to put oneself in a cage only to keep one from the reality of being a Breathing Dust? To break such cage is to reach the peak of humility so high up that one could fall and lose it all, but still, when done, the winds blow the fear away. For that is the only moment when humility is a power – an honor. Humility for love and compassion – humility only a true Breathing Dust would desire.

-Al-Gassim Sharafuddin, May 25, 2012

Understanding the Stir of Life

my life remains unpaved ..

Understanding the Stir of Life
Sometimes one can be fascinated by the change life brings about – the beauty of life experiences that happen due to this change, and the many lessons one learns and grows from. Nature, being full of change such as the most obvious change in time between day and night to the mystery of the change in the color levels of the sky, inspires the Human Being of importance of change. It is important to recognize this fact in one’s life that constants and facts could possibly and do change even if it’s not blooming obvious in the conscious life. Taken for granted the way nature changes in a specific order of things in such a way that whatever happens and follows will eventually lead to what should and need to have happened usually leaves people off without pondering on the value of it all. However, even if somehow the human thought was exerted on understanding the stir of life, such pattern of change could be observed as an inconsistency and not a fascination – a cosmic prison and not a beautiful harmony of oneness. It’s in the core of the Human need for consistency as well, and nature again brings us the rhythm of the waves of the ocean and how such sounds create harmony and self-awareness into the human soul. The answer to this stir of these junctures of life, change and consistent rhythm, is when both notions are tuned together they make the road of life – a road that is unpaved, for the one taking the journey to pave it.

-Al-Gassim Sharafuddin, May 03, 2012

Diseased Thoughts

it's the friction of thoughts that create the sparks!


Diseased Thoughts
With nothing more but the stillness of the dead in an empty grave where the diseased thoughts age, moments of a compulsive passion battles with nature. The illusion of the other side.
The more weak and lifeless, the more powerful. The wonder of it is the passion that needs no right or wrong and no possibility – to exist even in its empty tomb or dead state, is precisely what it needs. The passion that fights nature only to heave death upon whatever else time to thrive has yet to come. Indeed, except for souls, it finds a way to remain dead in the liveliest worlds. Perhaps its only luck is to die on the new born thoughts. Consequently, these thoughts are born dead – empty, diseased.
Thoughts that are born dead fill the world with more emptiness and grow more of its own numbness. These diseased thoughts that know no remedy but to petrify beauty or creativity – it’s the religion of double-standards in a world of slackened vision.
There is, however, a reason why its death is its power, and chooses to remain in its own grave. Only wants to show itself as a contrast to what blooms with life. A contrast – to appear as the other side.
In fact it is full of life and fears this revelation. The only shield for its long-acting survives through the disease of tampering the thoughts. Without this shield it reflects to be sub to nature, slave to destiny, and simply a form of thought. Certainly, its only success is to appear to be conflicting with nature. Emerge as a reality equal to the reality of nature itself, a truth of merely any life – a diseased thought.
For then if it illuminates with life, it will be presumed as a thought and will fail to fiddle supremely into other thoughts, it will now has less chance of approaching the souls. To distort the life souls are made up of, into the eye of death it will fail. The disease by itself can no longer exist. Thus, the graveyard shall bare more diseased thoughts until the other side is born dead.

-         Al-Gassim Sharafuddin  April 13, 2012