17/04/2024
In this trouble world of
Constant noise
Constant delusion
Constant confusion
Selling this
Stealing that
Sealing us
Into beings that consume.
Into beings that are consumed.
By greed
By belongings.
By plastic.
In this world —-
Can you still listen to that melody?
Can you still listen to that song?
Can you still listen to that silence?
That only belongs to you.
A song,
A hymn
A sign.
None but you can hear it.
None but you can decipher it.
None but you can own it.
Own that voice,
As it lingers
As it grows
As it flies…
Beyond your reach.
Beyond their reach
Beyond…
Honor it.
Enrich it.
Believe it.
It’s your own treasure.
It’s your own essence.
It’s your own scent.
Some may hear echoes
of their own heartbeat.
Some may see shadows
of their own selves.
Some may breathe hints
of their own breath.
And in this invisible web
we are connected.
And in this ethereal web
we are connected.
And in this timeless web
we are connected.
In your breath
In my breath
We are connected.
In our presence
In our authenticity
In our oneness.
Far from the turmoil
Far from the torments
Far from the torrents
of modernity.
of monstrosity.
of mummery.
We remain true to ourselves.
You remain true to your heart.
I remain true to my soul.
Layla Ali Sultan 