Manifestations of the heavenly tower..

author

Hamid Qarman

To your name, my lady...a mural towards life; The surrealism of letters and vocabulary... embodies a soul lost between the folds of the mountains of the Levant and Lebanon, to be resurrected... and adds an absurd sparkle to the statement of the ages of the violet present.

The secret of a sky that rises above the eyes of rain; I stand bewildered in front of its borders... waiting for the survivors to emerge between darkness and salvation in silence... so whoever believes in chance and its power over the universe in the name of violence is drowned; How can you withstand the maze of manifestations of your heavenly sign? To be you, between one obsession and another when the noise of absence is complete.

A thousand questions... Who draws on the horizon of the sun fleeing towards the west on what remains of the twilight and its colours: is it a coincidence that brought beauty to you or fate?... Who are you? The worshiper asks in his solitude: He does not have the answer except what the days bring in terms of serenity and serenity of magic... to believe that life, in light of your mystery... has a meaning that is worth living.

A fire awaits the departure of the remnants of the chaos of light on the edge of the hill... bidding farewell to those who part the sea with the passion of hope; So he does not wonder... he is silent until the beginning of the night... declaring madness and madness with chants; An icon painted on the walls of an eternal garden suspended between heaven and earth.

path; A guide to the people who passed by, a preacher reciting words about a dreaming female who sat before her destiny in all its splendor, telling about the fate of those who preceded that foolish rebel... those who did not plant the unknown in its depths... those who did not have the power to pray for her before the temples of fire and smoke.

O the caller... and I am alone, O you who manifested vigilance in her presence... drawing that vibrant green from her eyes between the mountain peaks imposed on a path that touches the sea of ​​existence, gathering souls without me, to judge with certainty over me alone a new chapter of monasticism that is only worthy of you alone.