The seas that rock the boats to
annihilation flow in our veins as blood. The same mud that smudges the knees of
pristine toddler shapes flesh of his delicate body. The whole tribe belongs to
us but none around in need. The eye is favored to look at the world but fails miserably
to see. The air that deflects the trail of camel caravans in the desert ordains
the flow of our life as breath in our sinews. The fire that pulverizes the
palaces and houses is the spirit of our life. The ears to hear but can hardly
listen. The tongue to speak but fumbles often to say. The skies that threaten
the sheep as lightening protect us as almighty. The hand that stabs our back holds
us as friends. The brain to ponder but refuses to think. The heart to pump
blood and make existence facile but makes it even more arduous. The love that
gives immense pain offers smiles in our loneliness.
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