“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
-”Through the Looking Glass”, Lewis Carroll
The Flight
“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”
— Leonardo da Vinci
Promise Yourself
Promise Yourself
To be so strong that nothing
can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
to every person you meet.
To make all your friends feel
that there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.
To think only the best, to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own
To forget the mistakes of the past
and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times
and give every living creature you meet a smile.
To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,
not in loud words but great deeds.
To live in faith that the whole world is on your side
so long as you are true to the best that is in you
-Christian D. Larson
The Waters of the Lake
In the waters of the lake
Where the crystals rested
I looked at my reflection
Framed with my hair falling down towards the lake
In the quiet atmosphere
Only I heard noises
Hammering screams
Of all the signs I refused to see
And mystical whispers
Reminding me of the exquisite rainbow,
“It is bound to shine after the hurricane”
I listened as my heart reacted insanely to those words
I stared for so long
As my tears rippled the waters
The apocalypse of feelings exploded in blinding light
And I was commanded to be still
As still as the Sun is while planets orbit
“Be still!”
I heard,
“Be still!”
In the waters of the lake
Where the crystals rested
The voices that captured me were mine
I looked at my reflection
And the crystal waters were also staring back at me
As my tears dissolved into it
I saw colors I have never seen
© 2013 ALIA SULTAN
Your Majesty
Like an earthquake
We witnessed Earth in awe
Yielding to your grace
For the power within
Almost fractured gravity
And the beauty of your existence
Flooded the humble canyons
© 2013 ALIA SULTAN
sTaRs FaLLiNg FrOm My FiNgErS
Reblogged from chester maynes:
there are stars
falling from
my fingers
and the wit of
my pen has
thousand wonders
in poignant words
there are lanterns
shimmering
at late nights
when i sit
on my chair
and ponder on
life more beautiful
than the face
of venus
i wouldn't trade
this writing
and my good
lord will open
many doors
and chapters
upon chapters
will be written
2013
Longing
And I’ll dance with you in Vienna,
I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
my mouth on the dew of your thighs.
And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
with the photographs there and the moss.
And I’ll yield to the flood of your beauty,
my cheap violin and my cross.
-Leonard Cohen

