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The Gift

The Gift
Anas al' Hourani

A gift is present, calm and daring.
A gift is alive with the joy inside it.
A luminous life hidden far beneath
the thick and unknown unknowns
that hides what a gift has to give.

And a life is a live by the music of the soul
… Or else can't be alive.
A life is precious by the power of death.
The power of its vitality is nothing compared
to nothingness.

When out of nothingness, everything is born
And everything is to be, and everything is done,
We stare blankly and a prophet sings:
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The Welcome Song

The Welcome Song
Anas al' Hourani

Here's a song to the strangers on the road
And the rainbows
And the sun.
A welcome to the beauty of the skies above you
And the earth beneath your feet
The earth that you forgot to feel
(Do you feel the earth beneath your feet?)

Welcome the stars,
The angels,
The hopes,
And troubles.
Welcome all the troubles of life
And worries and fears
Welcome, you made me grow.

Welcome sacred doubt
You remind me to ask the unknown
To seek to know.

Welcome beauty, manifested in it all.
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Life is Elsewhere

Life is Elsewhere
Anas al' Hourani

To Milan Kundera

Life is elsewhere in my room, where the streetlight fills
Fills my room
And lighten the dark and gloomy nights I spend alone
Sitting and thinking, whispering and crying to myself
Oh… everything's going to be alright…

Life is elsewhere in the mountains that I can't… see by now…
And near the skies beneath her feet, beneath the loveliest feet
And as the hawk flies up there, flies up there
Reaching the sun, look my son…

Life is elsewhere
And life is for living after all
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hallelujah

Listen in silence.

I am the skies and the night-time alleys

and the sea and the shore with its far-away bays.

I am the wandering lady of the night

wandering with a fading aura from the gloomy streetlights

with her bizarre grim, now grotesque, only by the night.



I am the Brahma of the highest skies

and the Himylayan mystries of the silent Gods

and the fading whispers of a soft chant,

of manipulated truths

and the gaudy spirits and tigers as they begin

to hunt and haunt.



Listen and Remember.
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