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Poetry of Witness, Falastine - On My Way to Nowhere...

On My Way to No Where…

On my way to no where
I stood wordless in the wood
I heard Adam wailing deprived from heaven
Beside my foot there was a lotus flower
That added to my journey an essential leaven.

Walking down the valley
My mother up the hill stood and called
Don't grow old
Don't grow old
Don't leave your child behind

Trees and masks
Faces I know and others yet I don't
Down the valley is my hidden book
There is the wave I can ride to the skies
Down is buried million stars
There is the cave of Mohammad
And the last supper of Christ
Away from all the rotten scripts
That's so smelly to be served in the present or even the past. 

Call me my sacred child
Light up the wisdom frozen in me
Give me a key to open the earth
A secret word to transcend the galaxy
A color to paint suns on the sky of the North Pole
A deck to see my tarot cards
Glance to the future of the past
Have a portrait of the present
An idea about a time I do not realize
A life time compromise
Inspire me the perfume of eternity.

Going to no where
I witness shooting stars falling
The entire universe calling
The tulip flowers growing on the edges of time
Going to no where
I hold a pencil in my hand
To draw a house in my empty space
To collect the heart I adore
For infinity is knocking on the door.