Moving Beats in the Silence

I quieten and all I feel
Is feeling felt

Deaf like the silence
of my meditation
is either calm
or quiet the noise
and now the vibration.
Vibration,
will always be my energy
my felt.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Am I talking to myself?

The imagination’s words flow,
What does your heart say?

Searcher:  What did my heart say to me?

Searcher is digging inside him, and his soul whispers to him,
Searcher, the Miracle Creator is with you.

Searcher:  Did I imagine? Or was it real?

Searcher is digging inside him, he looks everywhere, and he finds nothing is suspicious.

Searcher:  Surely, I have heard something inside me has whispered to me.

Searcher’s soul is whispering, 
The Miracle Creator.

Searcher:  I heard thrice!

Again Searcher is digging inside him, and he tries to find where the whisper comes from.

Searcher’s soul: Searcher, the Miracle Creator is here.

Searcher: Am I talking to myself? Or someone tries to talk to me.

All is silent for a little while.

Searcher: Am I talking to myself?

Searcher goes through his sacred work, and he tries to figure all through it.

Searcher’s soul: He is the Miracle Creator, our Holy One.

Searcher: I am in my head, so what have I been up to with my imagination?

Searcher’s soul: Our Holy Creator is everywhere! He is everywhere!

Searcher is uncertain with the whisper that voice inside him,
Miracle!

Searcher: Am I still imaging? Fantasy?

Searcher’s soul: Miracle!

Searcher: My thoughts whisper, He is the Pure!

The imagination’s words flow,
What does your heart say?

Searcher’s thoughts: Miracle?

Searcher’s soul: Only we know.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

A stream of too much words

My mind was like a stream of distortion,
Distraction, too many words, traffic.
He knows, but methinks, He knew.
It is Him that He is our Holy Creator,
But I don’t mean Him as a male, He is not a man nor a woman,
But a word He who needs no one but Himself.
They said a mother gives life to the front of our eyes,
But a father alone cannot give, so the mother must get involved,
So the mother of our mothers are the essence for life,
But He who needs no one, it is Him, the First,
And it will be Him, the Last, not you nor me.
Now you see why I say He, for a man alone, cannot produce life,
Without their woman, you see that I think too far,
Like the stream of distortion, distraction, too many words, traffic!
I think not low of women, but I think highly of them because they are givers,
So we men must treat them equal that like they would treat us equal, always been
From the old-time to now that women have been treating men as men want,
But my mind went too far, so I am a just person who talks out of the words.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

ALL IS WELL IN THE AIR

The imagination planes on the view,
Bee is in it, and Windy looks at him,
She said I carry your wings whatever you need,
Because my spirit is always with you.

The imagination planes on the world,
Bee flies all around it, and Windy quickly grabs him,
She said, forgive me that I blow you,
So hard that drains your wings’ energy.
Bee smiles, and he fuzzies, with honey,
He said to her, I can turn the world into a garden,
Don’t you think so? Let my joy and share.
All is well, the imagination cherishes.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Like words paint the scripture

Power, strength, hope
Like the brain is power,
Like muscle strength,
And like the heart is hope,
Oh yeah, my thoughts.

Power, the brain is tooling,
Strength, the muscle is moving,
And hope, the heart is pumping,
They are power, strength, and hope,
Oh yeah, my thoughts.

My thoughts, power, strength, hope
Like other thoughts, empower, sharing, and love
Even other thoughts, light, warm, and miracle
These thoughts are various, yet hope, strength, power
Oh yeah, my thoughts like words paint the scripture.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Hoping that ye find my words

I made food for my body,
But she feeds me daily,
With content and marvellous,
Like everything is victorious.

Thee have been seeking for me,
And I wait, wait, hoping that ye find my words.
Thee bell my sound, hello, here I am,
We are interested to get to know your scripture.

Help, help, help, for thou have seeks for the words,
But He who is our Holy One, the Miracle Creator,
Let Him water our skin to be cleansing,
Then only can we open ourselves, knowing the truth is here

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Morning Chants

Good morning to myself,
And I shall express out to the sky, good morning!
I will not tell someone, think about your life,
Because I am not your guru nor your guide,
I am a Deaf man who guides myself out to my path,
But I will tell them, good morning to you!

When I wake up, I remind myself to look around with my eyes,
And I shall say, I am alive, and good morning to the world,
And then I shall remember, my mood is my energy, so should I aware,
For the sake of the remembrance, for me, for my soul, for my life,
Oh, yes, everything about me that I must think like, I am life.

You are what you are, and who you will be forever,
But I shall be me, and say to you, how could I be like you?
Let me turn to our Holy Creator, and pray that I could try,
To be one of like the Miracle Creator’s mind, I am possible,
So I shall say to my negative thoughts, you are just talking.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

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

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