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Wednesday, 3 April 2013
The way, the truth and the light...
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When we took our seats in the restaurant she was silent.
"How do you know this?' she asked.
" I don't. I see the path and follow it and then it gets me there. Then I know it was what I was meant to do."
"Yes, but how do you trust it? I mean this path you talk of?" she enquired.
"Can't tell you that either. It's as if we exist for one another. It is opened before me and I walk it. It's as if we are responsible for one another's existence, the path and me."
Silence. In a noisy room with barmaids running after each new guest and the excited chatter of people coming, going and staying our table is like a graveyard.
"You're scaring me." She whispered.
"I'm scaring myself." I responded matching her tone and mood.
"Can you ever not be on the path?" she asked.
"That would mean I do not exist. I am present so the path must be present."
She took a deep breath and then folded her hands on her chest as she tried to read every tell sign I may have possessed. Suddenly she leaned forward and out of nowhere she demanded,
"Can I be there too? I mean can I be on the path?"
This time her eyes were penetrating seeking answers and challenging me to them.
"You already are, you exist for it as it exists for you."
"Then how come I never knew of it until you just told me now," she said.
I paused before answering listening to the chatter around me. Evening was creeping through the fading sunlight, still this did not deter what was meant to be.
"It led you to me that's why we are together and you now ask me these questions."
She sat back in her chair relaxed and smiled.
" You are weird."
"How do you know this?' she asked.
" I don't. I see the path and follow it and then it gets me there. Then I know it was what I was meant to do."
"Yes, but how do you trust it? I mean this path you talk of?" she enquired.
"Can't tell you that either. It's as if we exist for one another. It is opened before me and I walk it. It's as if we are responsible for one another's existence, the path and me."
Silence. In a noisy room with barmaids running after each new guest and the excited chatter of people coming, going and staying our table is like a graveyard.
"You're scaring me." She whispered.
"I'm scaring myself." I responded matching her tone and mood.
"Can you ever not be on the path?" she asked.
"That would mean I do not exist. I am present so the path must be present."
She took a deep breath and then folded her hands on her chest as she tried to read every tell sign I may have possessed. Suddenly she leaned forward and out of nowhere she demanded,
"Can I be there too? I mean can I be on the path?"
This time her eyes were penetrating seeking answers and challenging me to them.
"You already are, you exist for it as it exists for you."
"Then how come I never knew of it until you just told me now," she said.
I paused before answering listening to the chatter around me. Evening was creeping through the fading sunlight, still this did not deter what was meant to be.
"It led you to me that's why we are together and you now ask me these questions."
She sat back in her chair relaxed and smiled.
" You are weird."
Monday, 25 February 2013
Now will I sing...
The thoughts of a man leadeth him to sorrow or to joy. The thoughts of a man are binding or releasing. The thoughts of a man deceive or bare truth, they are gain or loss.
The heart of a man leads him to his desires, it is the barometer that measures his aches or joys. The heart of a man can do one thing for him, tell him truly how he feels.
The spirit of a man is his one truth because when all is said and done, when loss or gain is surpassed and love or hate overcomes, it is all that is left in the end.
Your heart will show you your desires, your thoughts will bring forth these desires whether good or bad but in the end none of these would matter unless your spirit is in all of this.
Hmmnh... Now will I sing know the spirit of the man and you would know what he seeks and desires...
The heart of a man leads him to his desires, it is the barometer that measures his aches or joys. The heart of a man can do one thing for him, tell him truly how he feels.
The spirit of a man is his one truth because when all is said and done, when loss or gain is surpassed and love or hate overcomes, it is all that is left in the end.
Your heart will show you your desires, your thoughts will bring forth these desires whether good or bad but in the end none of these would matter unless your spirit is in all of this.
Hmmnh... Now will I sing know the spirit of the man and you would know what he seeks and desires...
Friday, 28 September 2012
Wait a minute...
They said it would come at half four, I’ve been sitting here
for hours on end and still no delivery. Still I know I made that order, I’m
sure I got confirmation, my card details went in and I phoned to check so I’m
sure it is due any time soon.
Time lingers
along and it’s now five. How could this be? I’ll check my email, I’m sure it
was four they said. Minutes later, switches, lights, email, there I knew it
-1600hrs! This means four in the afternoon, there, let’s check the date… got
that right too, yet no delivery! I’ll call and see what happened.
Time lingers
along. Excuses, excuses, my goodness! Well I can live with this for a couple
more days and I’ll be away tomorrow anyway so it isn’t so bad. I don’t have to
sit here in despair waiting for it.
Time lingers
along. Things happen and I forget, the world changes, news, people, events and
then another week. I call them. It is confirmed they will make delivery without
fail on the Wednesday, this time it is AM delivery. Oh I like those for they
rarely fail.
Time lingers
along. Dear me, I was just in the bathroom for a minute, I mean what is this
world coming to. They came and left a note! Can you imagine, a note! Why didn’t
they just wait a little bit for me, I had been sitting right there all morning
and now this. Never mind at least I know that it would come. I just have to
book it for next time.
Time lingers
along. Oh well it doesn’t matter now, next week I’m busy and the week after
that I’m away they just have to bring it whenever they can. It serves them
right. Blasted thing, who needs it anyway. Bell rings! Who is it? Ah it’s them.
Grinning sheepishly as I receive the parcel. Finally, at last, my goodness, I’d
almost given up hope. Oh well I guess in this life one has to be patient.
Faith is
the credit card that paid the bill. Hope is confirmation and receipt of
payment. Patience is the virtue that in spite of all the mishaps that one may
face what we desire is en route to us. To those who desire, make your order and
do not give up on the service, all your wishes would come in good time. ‘Commit
thy way unto the Lord;trust in him and he will bring it to pass…’ Friday, 7 September 2012
Dear BFF, we might just have to break up!
Dear BFF,
It took me a while to figure out that the world was
changing. The age of acronyms was superseding that of aphorisms. You could con
a phrase, twist it one way and then the next and before long you were texting
rapidly in an unknown language that had descended upon the horizon as if you’d
walked into an apiary. You were either alienated from it or caught in the
groove when you saw the new age people dancing in rhythm to this tune that
you’d never heard before.
I’ve got my own
proclivities but who hasn’t. Now all I hear is OMG, LOL, BTW, I’m practically
lost in this world most times as I need a translator to decipher code and
explain to me what message I have just received. Still I’m not on a warpath
here but seeking a détente. I’m willing to shake hands if this is restricted to
text messaging. I understand it’s simple and easy to get one’s message out
rapidly. However I draw the line at emails.
BFF or
otherwise, I say stop this madness else you won’t receive my reply because I
just can’t be bothered.
Yours truly
The relic
Wednesday, 1 August 2012
Window Shopping...
What I’m looking at is a small vase, the size of a button,
how this was created is hard to imagine. What purpose it serves leaves me
traversing boulevards, walking vineyards and humming to radio tunes one only
remembers in a traffic jam. I’m not done yet with you a part of me cries still
I’ve got a long day ahead of me so I shan’t tally but move on.
I’m now standing
before this next shop because it sells socks, not much to contemplate here. I
should get some but what a drag. People should buy these things for us. There
was a time when all I got for Christmas was a pair of socks. 1996 it was.
Nothing mattered then because in that year, the one I had been waiting for
walked out of the cold and into my life. Before then I had never liked holding
hands but I was forced to from the moment I laid eyes on her. They say l’amour
can play tricks with a man’s head, mine must have been singing anthems with the
stars. I grew in statue that summer making even the ridiculous pair of socks
for Christmas the ultimate gift a man could receive.
Doesn’t time
just fly by? It’s as if when I need to escape the noise and tussle of Beirut my
radar always directs me to this spot. Horology serves its own purpose but for
me it is how a great watch feels on my hand that counts. Why are they so
expensive? Status I guess, still if this part of the shopping arena allows my
innards to refuel than I’m not complaining. Just to let you into my world, the
assistants here also make one feel important, they size you out for what you
are looking at, ponder about what you can afford and dare I say challenge you
to ask for a closer look. I love catching their eyes staring because they turn
to retreat and allow me the freedom to explore and dream.
A spot of lunch
would do me good for the growling coming from my bowels but that’s the furthest
thing from my mind, as I knew eventually I would end up here irrespective of
where I started. First things first, book covers, designs they draw you in one
after the other. What’s the message, who’s the author? It’s an art gallery here
and I’ve decided to play the child and be coerced by what attracts the eye
rather than the mind. I can’t make up my mind, I’d have to try the blurbs
something’s got to give, there’s got to be something I can take home with me.
Let’s see what could I use in my life now? No, please don’t teach me anything.
My brain is too tired. Horror…a bit too gruesome for my mood, perhaps something
lighter. Espionage…tempted? Well I got a great film just dying to be seen so…
Bang, bang!
There’s a knock at the door and I am woken from my reverie to discover that I
haven’t left my room and I’m right there staring down the throat of Google and
the vast space of the world wide web. When would I ever learn that to get some
peace and quiet I need to step out of this house and do some proper
shopping!
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Free for all...
The hardest thing to do sometimes is exposing what you know
to others. What would they do with it? Would they abuse it or take it and
become better than you? Isn’t it yours for keepsakes? I mean, common you worked
so hard to get to where you are just for someone else to step in and count
their blessings. After you have run through all the outcomes of what could
happen, you then decide, perhaps I’ll share a little, not all but just enough,
besides I have to keep something for myself, it’s fair isn’t it?
Say the first
person you give that little to treats it well, makes the most of it. First you
rejoice, then wonder, did I do the right thing? Still though what would they
have done if I had shown them all. Perhaps I would have been ripping greater
rewards…er, before you get ahead of yourself let’s consider the alternative.
Say the first person you give that little to abuses it, dismisses the fragments
of your hard work. Again you wonder, maybe I was right to give just a little,
the evidence is in the outcome, you can’t argue with that. There is a flip side
to this argument though. What if you had given more, how can you tell that they
won’t do more with it, make the most of your hard earned labor.
Finally you are
at crossroads, you’ll get here eventually whether you like it or not because
this place is unavoidable. Whilst you are scratching your head and planting
imprints in your carpet you finally come face to face with your nemesis, the
dreaded mirror. In this you can’t hide from yourself. It’s really down to what
you can live with. I would go with my gut feeling when the time comes, I would
give if I feel like giving and I won’t if I don’t feel like it. I mean that’s
fair isn’t it? There I’ve made a decision so leave me alone!
Things work out
for a while as they always do until the time comes and your gut gets it wrong
and this time your dustbin becomes the subject of your frustrations. Oh what
the hell! Just another day, right? Wrong! Again and again and again,
this gut of yours is something else. Just why can’t you get it right, at least
just once?
Ah! If you have
reached this place don’t sweat it we all do and would continue to in our lives.
The fact remains that what we receive we do by grace and what we give we do so
also by grace. Getting past the crossroads in our lives is by grace and this is
one thing that is free for all…
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Wednesday, 25 July 2012
Forsaken...
Forsaken…
Purer is the wind that bloweth the trumpet
Lighter is the step that trampleth the waters
Greater is the man that standeth before thee
Sadness is the song that playeth in his heart
My house of mourning cometh before the morning star
Bravo! They haileth from the hills afar off; Purpose serveth
reason
For without purpose why doth angels be
If gifts be given men what doth then angels
Cry ye not then my beloveth; Faint not in thy travail
In battle some men falleth as others riseth
A wondering cub searcheth the earth for its mother
A man’s heart deceiveth for pleasure
Where art thou crieth vain mumblings
Time slippeth away like the faint shadow of darkness
I am for thee saith my purpose; If thou be an angel then
don’t ask why
Thy purpose is reason why tribulation befalleth thee
Greater is you than the desires of mine heart
Thank you father for my light that shineth today
For I serve the Amen and nothing else
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- Leslie Musoko
- Leslie Musoko is the author of the novels Divinity Dawns and ELI and an award winning Ezine Author Expert with over three hundred articles published worldwide on spirituality, self-help and relationships. His television debut came in 2007 as a speaker/panelist on CSPAN television in New York on the show ‘writing from an international perspective’.However before fulfilling his dream of becoming a writer he simultaneously attained success in the Telecommunications Industry over a 17 year career span rising to the position of Head of Optics for Thrupoint in Saudi Arabia in 2007. Prior to this he held various senior positions, Product Manager, Huawei, UK and Consulting Systems Engineer, Cisco Systems in Dallas just to name a few. He was awarded the Nortel Prize award in 1999 for excellent project delivery and holds a BEng(Hons) in Electrical and Electronic Engineering and an MSc (Diploma) in Computing for Commerce and Industry. Leslie Musoko has lived and worked across four continents including Asia, Africa, Europe and the US. www.lesliemusoko.com
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