Whether it is now or before, this world has turned into a great well without wall. So many have failed here to live well enough by the golden rules. So many have failed to learn how to rise up to them. They do not recall why they have been here in the first place. From trap to trap, from squall to squall, they are made to move all and then they suddenly fall. As we could perhaps see, and we could do so if we would, their gardens, their trees and their green leaves continue to yellow and wither. Their sacred woods are no longer plain and heralding. To them, everything is toppling before the great call.
But some, with good and well-deserved help, will finally and fully dispel the fakery and chicanery embracing every face and every call. With their hearts and minds set right and with their faces smiling and bright despite deceptions and wounds, they will continue to hold stronly to the divine rope. They will survive and thrive. They will rejoice the sight of every bird, every flower and every waterfall.
Brothers love their sisters and
remember
As the leaves of a tree called
life are
falling,
At one time apart and at another
together,
There will sooner or later come
a voice
calling:
Injuries will heal and hence
be
forgotten,
Lies will stumble, be found out
and
go down,
Dreams will dovetail with good deeds and
come
true,
Weapons invented and used against life
will end...
Birds and flowers will be set
free
of cages and fences,
Innocence and Beauty will
spring back and
prosper
Tears in our sacred soil will be
wiped out
forever...
Every scoffing built upon our falling is
nothing
This tree of life is fruitful and has
wonder and
wonder...
"To Modern Times"
by Chokri Omri
