I dedicate this poem to the great poets:
El- Maari, Dante, Milton, Pushkin, Boudlaire, Rimbaud, Eminescu, Taghour, who made the blind see, the deaf hear, and the dumb speak, by opening the gate of poetry garden where we can pluck the roses of eternity. I hope this poem will be a blessing for those who preach love and peace, a curse for those who beat the war drums.

Avid for the unseen
I contemplate.
Falling in the entrance,
My soul feels utter ecstasy,
Entering the gates of heaven…
Wrapped in celestial lace
Embellished with stars,
Followed by a choir of angels singing,
Leading me to the mighty throne…
Mesmerized,
I prostrate…
Feeling tranquility in my spirit,
I hear a voice coming out of the corona
Saying:
"I bless thee.
Upon thee I bestow my mercy,
Exalting thee,
Placing thee in the heights,
Choosing thee
Among my beloved ones…!
But, before entering the eternal garden,
Joining the others…
Let thee pass through all the gates,
And behold my reward, my penalty,
My blessing, my wrath!"
Thus my journey begins…
Walking
Over a bridge of mist
Colored with the colors of a rainbow,
I hear wailing and screaming.
Looking down,
I see men and women swimming
In a sea of lava,
Eating magma,
Drinking tar…
Traumatized, I stand still,
Wishing I had wings…
Afraid of falling down,
I pray…
The mist mounts, howls,
Encircling me…
I struggle, but in vain…
I surrender.
Drowning in a vortex of clouds,
Falling loosely into the deep,
I find myself in a massive cave
Enshrouded,
Walled with fire and smoke.
Upon the walls,
Naked men and women are nailed.
I run, filled with terror and fear,
Running in a labyrinth of crematory
With their wails deafening my ears…
A woman in the form of a peahen
Appears…
I start to follow, chasing her.
As fast as she can run,
I run faster after her….
When I am about to take hold of her,
The feathers scatter around,
Illuminating…
Grasping the feathers,
I find myself
On an ivory colored peak
With a hand full of feathers…
Looking for the woman,
I behold her, as snowflakes
Vanishing…
I look down…
The sky is a crimson carpet
Spread over the sea…
The sun and stars are balls of fire,
Burning away.
The moon is a hearth of dust and ashes
Scattered…
I spy an isle…
Sighing,
Say, "My adoring mother…!"
Smell its fragrance emanating,
Feel its breeze blowing,
I close my eyes, take a deep breath…
A cry comes from my spirit,
"This is Eden, thy promised garden."
My heart leaps for joy…
Suddenly,
I see people on that isle
Sprinkling sands on their heads,
Ravens hovering over them.
Then I see Christ on his awful cross
Bleeding,
Muhammad fleeing Mecca to Medina
For his safety,
Buddha traveling as a stranger,
Hungry and weary,
Socrates forced to gulp the poison,
Che Guevara wanted,
Chased and hunted…
Lorca being cut into pieces
Artists trading their paintings
For bread,
Poets reciting poetry for the deaf…
I weep, and say,
"This must be a nightmare."
But the cry comes back again,
"Rejoice,
Open thy hand,
Let the feathers scatter…!"
As I bestrew them,
A giant bird appears before me…
I leap onto its back,
Riding it…
As we land,
The bird becomes a woman.
Everything returns to its visible form,
The sky
Sea
Sun and the stars…
The isle is in utter intoxication,
Pregnant with delight…
Her soil sprinkled with dew
Constantly,
Having intercourse with water.
The sky suckles, clothes her.
The sun dazzles her with its golden hair.
The moon inspires her to dream,
To weave tales and myths…
The sea, a dancing hall,
Enlivens the stars to dance…
Where Mermaids play on their water harps
And nightingales sing.
I pluck a rose,
Kneeling before her, propose…
Jumping up and down,
Screaming with joy, I dance.
We build a hut to live in,
A temple in which to pray for God's blessings,
A boat for fishing…
Living in perfect harmony,
Plucking roses,
Watering, harvesting the fields,
We sing and dance…
No fear, no tears, no nightmares…!
The devil, becoming jealous,
Cautiously,
Incites the skunks,
Serpents,
Wolves
To bang the drums of hate…
I see light
In the form of a man
Packing his luggage
Ready to leave.
But, before leaving,
Darkness comes in and slays him.
Thus the gates of Hades open,
The devil and all his servants come out.
Riding on dragons, armed,
Arrayed with wild beasts,
Monsters,
Led by the devil,
Hydra and trolls,
They spew out their poisons,
And their fires, fueled by hate,
Leaving behind ruins upon ruins.
They burn the sea, the sky…
Slay life, polluting the spirits,
Kidnapping the sun,
Raping the moon…!
I wake up with smoke and ashes,
Crying: "Paradise is lost…!"
While the face of the devil Ariel Sharon,
With skunks, serpents,
Wolves, trolls
Still haunt me!
Yet, I praise Allah for showing me the peril of hell
Which they will all inherit!




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