Peaceful advice

Peace, peace, and peace,
This I called, peace!
I sail on my water to the ripple,
Saying to them like, hold thine horse!

Peace, peace, and peace,
This calm, wide-openhearted, the time of inner’s peace,
Aye, by the doorway, it awaits, and here I say like,
I saw the sparkle, at the edge, glowing such inner being,
In the spirit, the fire, and I still saw the sparkle,
It is saying like, clear and lay on the magic of thine heart,
Heartbeat, pump all the blood to all every part, such love,
And such peace at my soul, enjoy the song of heart’s rhythm!

And this I called, peace!
By my heart, my spirit,
In the magical wondering,
Like this advice, be at ease.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Followers seek the path of righteousness

If thou, a follower to the outside world, shall never find what they seek,
But if thou, a follower to the inner world, shall find it, for ye, an understanding,
How ye understand one another if thou doth not understand thyself, thy own book,
Or else, should the perfect honours ye that thou are holy, such 100% non-sin

See the pause here waiting for someone to speak what is necessary, really matter,
But thee come to me as a follower, saying, “What should I do to follow you?”
“For I, myself, prefer to follow ye forever and ever,” but I told ye,
“Follow me not for ye follow not as a follower to thine soul.”

Then he walks in with truth, saying, “See to my followers how many I have.”
“And even though I have so many but I follow no one spiritually.”
Then she dashes to him, “If you solely focus on thyself, I pray thee to be non-sinful.”
But the followers of his laughing at her as if they take pictures with the ignore.

“What?” said somebody, “How is thy mind? What art thou trying to show me,”
“As a picture that fills much mysterious, much follows to the chanting,”
“Like the mountain that lets water river their road upon their strategy?”
“The speaker will sign for the signer, as have long the signer for the speaker!”

©️ Ismael Mansoor

What is it?

Honourable Trader, the father of Business.
I am feeling like sunny, too happy to see you.

Trader looks disappointed.

Why you came to me?
It is I, who under oath, to fulfil
My son’s fulfilment.
Sorry, you came at the wrong time.

Why honourable Trader who under oath,
Must fulfil your son’s, Business?
Your people honour you as I do honour you;
We wondered what happened to you?

What else can you tell more of my son?

I am not here to fight.


I am not willing to negotiate with you,
But I know your private work, and your
Work for your son, Business.
However, I’m not negotiating with you but,
I want to hire you.

Trader is silent.

If I hire you, you invoice me,
And I will pay it fully with
No problem.

Trader is still silent.

If your answer is no,
I will not bother you any further.

Trader looks at Success like, yeah so?

My son told me if I see you,
I must show no fear.

Oh, okay.

I accepted to be hired by you,
But one condition?

What is it?

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Shall We?

The provoke said, “Why are you here?”
The chuckle, “Ye knew not the whole time.”
“Well,” said the man of hope not false,
“I want ye to see me how the reality defines,
Then ye will not provoke me,
Neither I to ye.”
But the provoke chuckles, “Either way I to ye,
I shall provoke ye if the patient is not in ye,
But if thou thorn the impatience, well done!
For the Lord, our Creator is the Patience,
Then only we can understand ourselves, truthfully.

©️ Ismael Mansoor


Compare to what ye say of them upon thine assumption,
I say if I compare between alcoholic and water,
What say ye of thine self if somebody tells thee this water
Of a cup that will save thy throat, and of a bucket
That will hygiene thy body as if thee art in a cleansing lake?

Come, come, you said, where, where, but come,
Compare to what thee think of thyself when thou sayth,
Where, where, but they said, come!
Such a bold voice all over the place,
But how thou think is how ye seek of thy own self.

Nobody knows what I think inside my head, and feel inside my heart,
But someone come and say, come, for ye need this so much from me,
But what say ye of thine self if somebody tells this water,
Of an everlasting potion that will serve ye to the Miracle Creator?
Oh, said they, such a religious, such a devotion!

©️ Ismael Mansoor

The Light Guidance

TRUTH. Your Grace, I need to tell you about –
QUEEN. My King told me about Suffer.
TRUTH. Suffer is following the Dark Lord.
QUEEN. Yes, my King told me that of Dark Lord.

TRUTH. Most creations are following Suffer.
QUEEN. My King’ll guide these who don’t know Light Lord.
TRUTH. Your Grace – Will the Light Lord face the Dark Lord?
QUEEN. If Dark must, Light will, you know it’s true.

©️ Ismael Mansoor

Be good

Translation from South African Sign Language into English

Be good, be good, and be good
All of you know that we have heard or seen for a thousand times
That keeps telling us, so this sentence is
Be good, be good, and be good
The history its timeline that they kept telling us
Be good, be good, and be good, this they kept telling us
Because some people were and are not to be good
However, they continue to keep telling us even we all know it
That we have heard or seen for a thousand times
We all know but still, continue to keep telling
Until when one day we finally, be good

©️ Ismael Mansoor

A spirit who believes

Translation from South African Sign Language into English

I tell myself that I am a man of the Earth
Yet a spirit who believes in our Holy Creator
How I save myself from my weakness
I shall remember to pray to Him
For He who gifted me a mind’s wisdom
And an understanding’s riddle in the writing
Riddle, is a man who in the heart of hope
Understand to the soul, the need for the soul
And the time to come to tell the world

© Ismael Mansoor

My hopeful hands

Translation from South African Sign Language into English

Too many thoughts went through my mind
Words, words, words, and too many words
Feelings, emotions, they make me think
But, I look at my hands for a hope

My hands hold each other
I won’t give up
But, I look at my hand for a hope

Everyone is speaking
The ears are being nagged
The mouths are talking
But, I look at my hand for a hope

© Ismael Mansoor