So Mysterious

I thank myself for the miraculous safety,
And I thank you for your peace and patience,
And also, I thank the Earth for her understanding,
But hence, she will do what’s right for her sphere,
Like I would caress my body.

Listen, man, woman, child, boy, and girl,
Our bodies are like the Earth, but not exactly, of course,
But we live inside her, so think who lives inside us, our body,
But thee seek then tell something to thyself for thy truth,
But ye see to the sky, then thou sayth, like henceforth,
Well, I know it not of myself, but I must aware, like henceforth,
But one day thee visit me with some biscuits and drinks,
Then we smile and share about the things that evolve,
But one thinks, one’s words are not expensive but cheap,
How could he turn the cheap into so many profits?
I ask not of whoever can see me or hear my silence,
Whoever can, they should be our masters, but henceforth,
It is my thoughts, and I find it so mysterious.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

The imagination’s music

The imagination’s music.

I can tell you how to live your life,
But I can’t show you to your path,
For I am not your God or your Lord,
I am like you that we strive for the great,
But methinks, we can live the way we want,
If you and I have some strength left,
So, let us eat the bread instead of the meat,
Then I will tell you why bread, not meat,
It is vital to be patient,
Our dear Lord, not you nor me

Imagination’s music is fading.

I can tell you who our Lord is,
I say He, but others might say She,
Or there is a possibility that might say They,
Or whatever call it is, you see
Our Holy Creator is not what we thought so,
How could we think, He or She or They?
What if one day we find out that the words
Confuse us because we pick words for our knowing
But why not think about not knowing 
Accept to face the uncertainty, and solve it like money
Riddle tells thee to have money, then spend it like spent
Rubbish, cried my mind, like echo waiting for someone to hear
Strange, such rubbish pops up, then we think

Imagination’s music is stopping.

I can tell you why it is rubbish
When I say, 10 billion dollars will be pocketed in my account,
My brain like, excuse me? 
You think the words are easy to say, I will have 10 billion dollars,
My brain like, well, you got to prove it to me, or else your words are rubbish
Your self-belief is full of nonsense! Then wait for someone else to tell you like
I have billions of dollars because I found my way to get those big numbers
And my mind, excuse me? 
Work for it to commit then we will see if you are truthful 
Who are we? And what will we?
We, brain, heart, many chakras, and many other things.
Hmm, such a strange I know, and such a random thought that change the direction,
But all is well and safe, cheers and peace to you, alight
Wait, wait, can you hear?

The imagination’s music is starting on.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

I made up my mind

I made up my mind,
That I shall write unlimited words out of my soul,
And I shall also pour out my water from the river,
And I shall be like the river that keeps moving forward.

Have I seen a river that moves backward?
I know not where if there is, for now, I know it’s floating forward,
Like the sky that rainfalls down the earth from the clouds,
So, I have never seen that the rainfalls go up to the sky from the ground.

I know what I am talking, but I am just talking,
For a doer knows the best than a talker.
It is a fact that I know from my core,
So, I shall write unlimited words out of my soul and expect nothing.

Hmm, I would love to ask you to donate me with your heart, with your soul,
But I am a man who is weak to ask you because I don’t know what is good;
Should I ask you to donate me for living my life, or donate me for my gift?
I don’t know, but I made up mind that I shall not think about the donation.

I shall think about my heart, my mind, my soul, even my body,
Then let them come later cause methinks about what I love to do,
They said when I love to do what I love, I shall the magic,
From the sky that universes everything else, such a riddle!

©️ Ismael Mansoor

The breath shall remind me

My soul stays with my body,
But I ask, which one is me?
Am I my consciousness,
Or is subconsciousness controlling me?

I am a man who likes questioning,
What shall I be? And who am I really?
Why can’t I master my body one hundred percent?
Too many thoughts through my head

If I master my body one hundred percent,
I would have to access my subconsciousness fully,
And I would get to know every bit inside me,
Yeah, I would say, hi, to my cell, or to my organs,
Or to any form that functions inside me without me supervising.
So, let me say grace words, thank you, and I appreciate greatly,
Because it is a miracle that I move my body,
Like it is also a miracle that you could drive your car or pilot your plane.

I know that my soul is living inside me,
But I know that I must be the one who must be fully aware,
So, I shall remind myself to breathe,
Because when I came out of the womb, the breathing was my first food.
It is a fact that we all know the truth that we were,
We cannot live without breathing,
Because if there is no breathing we would die, we know it to be true
But the food or drink can wait more than 24 hours, unlike no breath.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Say it out of the air

You disappoint me.
Issues of tone in your language
At least I speak the truth, not the closing-heart.
Well, I disappoint you for what.
You are defending because you don’t like the truth.
Well, I don’t like your tone.
My tone, well done for focusing on it, not the truth, you know.
What? You hurt
No, we hurt the Earth for not being truthful to ourselves!

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Hygge (A collaborative poem)

Dear everyone, Joy and I wrote this fourth collaborative poem called Hygge.
Her writing is in italic and mine is bold.

Hygge tell thee, how is thine comfort zone
Hygge is a personification but a word of name
He tells thee, my comfort zone is empty
For I travel out of it, and never return to it
I am content, cosy, and comfortable 
But if ye follow me walk out of thine comfort zone
Then only can you know the essence of Hygge

Hygge is not complacency–
It is instead a steady, thrumming heartbeat
That comes in the time after seeking solace.
Go out in search of Hygge.  Once found,
Hygge will say to thee, “Be still,
Be quiet, and be patient.
Take some time to rest
And let these moments flow in peace.”

I hope everyone found a little bit of peace from this poem. Everyone deserves some hygge in their life.

I know I have been…

Dear everyone,
I know I have been reducing my writings daily,
The reason is that I have not been myself lately.

Dear everyone,
I know I should have kept writing like I did in the beginning,
That I was passionate about my blog,
But there’s one thing
One thing that I don’t think there’s any better about my words
Sometimes methinks no one would encourage me.
Oh, I know that I do have loved ones and my lily,
But sometimes me thinks others are too busy to read my words,
But let me figure out who I am and what I am supposed to do.

Dear everyone,
It is not you that troubles my mind, it is those people,
But methinks that I shall leave them behind me,
And start what I’m supposed to do,
And move forward until I’m on top of the mountain,
Because life has so much to offer so I must earn it.

©️ Ismael Mansoor