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
I have so much to tell myself,
If I am selfish, how could I?
When I was a child, my parents were feeding me,
Looked after me, and so much more to say,
They gave me food and drink to satisfy my body.
So if I am selfish, I tell you that I have learned nothing,
But if not, I tell you that I have gained such importance in life.
You get me, no, I ask, I get myself?
It is important to know oneself, like important knowing one’s book,
So, the sky reminds me that everything is blue and night with stars,
That everything inside, it should be taken care of the good things.
Well, I know everything that I think of, is such a deep one.
Riddle would reek that the words like, thee seek then peek thyself,
Strange, seek that meek upon such week, thought but I would
Sayth to thou, my mind is just but fantasy that has many words.
Honour and belief in the vein, it shall be like the vine,
But bear with the words that scripts, yeah such a ring-riddle.
©️ Ismael Mansoor
I become the most powerful man,
Rubbish, echoed the brain, rubbish!
Our Holy Creator is the Number One
Powerful, Almighty, and Miraculous!
©️ Ismael Mansoor
The world is so big,
But is your world also big?
If so, what about my world?
Because we live in ONE WORLD,
What’s your answer?
The world is yours, or mine, or us,
Thee tell me, and I wait for thou to answer,
So that we may know if the good is still alive
©️ Ismael Mansoor
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
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.
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,
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
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
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
