The Solitude Initiation

He took my hand and a deep breath of stillness..

He did not detach to die

He did not convene to live

Yet he faded slowly

as people started passing by..

Life tasted bitter and lime, since the time of its creation

Waiting contently to be sublime, misunderstood by a civilization

Accused by the unforgiven crime, due to the lack of communication

Casted out lacking dime, outside the age of information

Raised slowly by a wind of time, guided by a revelation

In a cave where nothing is mine, no close friends or either relations

Except for Solitude promoting divine self and imagination

"Oh my friend, it's been a while, you came with no invitation"

I told him I was walking by seeking my destination

"Sit on the fabric of space and try, to share with me your dearest temptations"

I told him:

" write my words with the ink of time, and become my reincarnation

Be my bread with no wine, and teach me to sculpture beauty in all of creation"

He responded:

"Oh my friend I can't write , but I will keep you recorded in the space-time foundation

My legend will be forgotten, won't be prime in the gatherings of a nation

So I'll whirl my wisdom on a piece of vine, and become your source of motivation

Beauty will exist and never die, let her dissolve and become your occupation

Be the line in the shape of phi, and expand her limitations

See no limits for the sky, strengthen her concentration

Befriend her with suffers of life, and the sorrows of examination

be her presence and her sign, start your inner purification

awaken your unseen eye, be the source of creation

then watch your miracles walking by, in the fields of human illumination

In your heart where she deeply lies, the moment you become for righteousness an inspiration

Keep me close to you, my dear friend..

The more you befriend your aloneness, your higher self starts formation

As we all become whom we dwell with the most.

That will be your reputation"

I told him:

"Take my hand dear Solitude, you are dearer to me than all of human innovations

You are closer to me than thousand triumphs, and I will follow you with no violation

With you I feel free, for beauty a liberation

Breaking the social prison, away from the curse of a population

Take my hand dear Solitude, and lets start our first initiation"

He took my hand and a deep breath of stillness..

He did not detach to die

He did not convene to live

Yet he faded slowly

as people started by..

Written by Hassan Ismail