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A Touch of Nature

After and after I keep coming back

To this place which holds nothing

And everything

This emptiness which seems to be full

The dazzling sun glittering on the waters

Blinding my eyes, opening my thoughts

This breeze, sometimes gentle sometimes not

But always washes away the worries

Like a mother’s presence

The sprinkle of water on skin

Like a blessing from nature

A token of gratitude, a letter of appreciation

Who has the time to come here

And admire the ecstasy

Of the kingdom of Poseidon

To stand and feel the winds

As they gently kiss the face

And thank Zeus for the miracle

To set foot in between

The threshold of nature and reality

Which are two very different things, but not

Different at all

But my heart sings a song

The symphony of nature in my mind’s ear

And drags me back to this exuberant

Part of the universe

And nature rejoices

The waves dance

The sun shines

The winds blow

And my soul finally matches

The rhythm of my heart

Creating the contentment that I had been

Searching for everywhere

Right inside me

 

(picture by @ri.yaa on instagram)

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Antiwar Art on the Streets of Berlin

In 1961, the conquering Soviet army built a concrete wall 140km long, dividing Berlin into two factions. German families were separated and hundreds of defectors were shot on sight as they tried to escape East Berlin and the communist government of the USSR.

In 1987, David Bowie traveled to the Berlin Wall for a concert attended by thousands of people on each side of the wall. This taste of Western freedoms and music sparked riots in East Berlin and an anti-Soviet sentiment began to surge. In 1988, Bruce Springsteen performed in East Berlin, further inspiring the East German people to protest their confinement.

November 9, 1989, the Berlin wall finally fell, uniting Berlin and Germany for the first time in almost 30 years.

Did art fell the wall? The German Foreign Office thinks so. When David Bowie died in 2016, they tweeted “Good-bye, David Bowie. You are now among #Heroes. Thank you for helping to bring down the #wall.”

War and oppression cannot win while artists protest. Art matters. Believe that.

And believe this also:

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

– George Santayana

View video for Berlin Antiwar Art below.

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My Mother Syria

My mother
she has been crying for
a long time now
weeping for her children
her children burning in flames

My mother is now shrieking
and screaming with pain
her skin being ripped off
her bones breaking
she’s crumbling, disintegrating.

My mother’s crying
her body tore apart,
she’s being raped openly
bombed, she’s in flames.

She;s being torn apart
The whole world is seeing her being
torn apart
and they’re all pretending to be blind
And she’s being torn apart
But yet the world pretends to be blind.

My mother’s tears have created their own ocean
And I the child, have found shelter
We’re safe in my mother’s tears
The world is too cruel
The world is deaf to our screams
The world is blind to our wounds
The world is dumb

My mother, my mother’s name is
Syria.