WHAT WILL BE, 'WILL BE'

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be?
Will I be pretty?
Will I be rich?
Here's what she said to me:

Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.
What will be, will be.

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart
What lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows
Day after day?
Here's what my sweetheart said:

Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.
What will be, will be.

Now I have children of my own.
They ask their mother,
What will I be?
Will I be handsome?
Will I be rich?
I tell them tenderly:

Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera.
What will be, will be.
Que sera, sera.

HAVE ANYONE SEEN ANGELS?

DO YOU BELIEVE IN ANGELS? What makes the belief rational to a sound mind?

FLY !! 'my self' FLY !!

Spend 'Your Love' to everything you see, hear, touch... Free 'thy self' without any grudge.

animals, animals, animals...

The Human Animal and The Reality of Life. 'We are animals indeed' by sdr. zali

A FUSION OF DREAMS

Ocean of My Dreams: A fusion of Rumi, Ibn Arabi & A. Yaseen

Confused fairy tales

'Discuss & no grudge'

Religions offer the confused fairy tales.

Religions are temporary insanities, psychotic diseases of the mind.

Religions are like wars.

Few said they have seen angels, as they are on the verge of fooling the fools.

To fool is a religion.

Sheer astonished men fooled to die martyrs by religions' doctrines.

A man who believes a religion is an 'infidel' indeed.

tbs

Unforgettable

Open these gates,
with sweet tears.
Don't forget to sing
to the Adored
while they flow;
as the sweetest honey,
your tears become
the nectar of the ocean

It is is a simple song of Love
it touches your heart
and the hidden words
become a river
in your soul.

Let it flow,
sweetly,
let the memories
of past mistakes
be caressed by your own river,
a river of Love
that only asks for forgiveness.

When the Beloved is attained,
we see what is past
as a new beginning.
We see what will come
as what we have lived.

I had a guide.
He still is.
He does not know
how much inspiration
he brings
to this soul
that never forgot to flow
like a river
until an ocean
where the meaning of Love
cannot be comprehended by any word
or any thought.

It is the soul,
the biggest soul,
so distant from our conceptions,
so high and so true,
that takes our hand
to reach the stars.

In those stars
I still see this guide's eyes,
full of joy,
tears of joy,
songs of joy,
all in my hand.


Maryam.-