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The strangers’ track has now not but arrived. i do know the home from its waving scarves. the 1st doves weep on my shoulders, and underneath the sky of the Gospels a toddler runs for no cause. The water flows, the cypress flows, the wind flows within the wind and the earth flows inside itself. I acknowledged: Don’t be in a hurry should you depart the home. not anything forbids this position from ready a bit the following when you wear the day and footwear of the wind. The strangers’ delusion has no longer but arrived. nobody has arrived. depart me there as you will go away a delusion with any individual who sees you until eventually he cries and rushes into himself, scared of happiness: ˜ i admire you so, you're rather a lot your self! he's so fearful of his soul: no “I” now yet she. She is now inside me. And no “she” now yet merely my fragile “I. ” on the finish of this music, how a lot I worry that my dream won't see its dream in her. nobody has arrived. possibly the strangers misplaced tips to the strangers’ picnic. The Raven’s Ink you might have your retreat within the solitude of a carob tree, O bell of nightfall with the darkish voice! Now what do they ask of you? In Adam’s backyard you searched, stressed killer might bury his brother, and descended into your darkness, the place the corpse was once uncovered to the 4 winds. then you definately went approximately your paintings, as absence is going approximately its personal preoccupations. Be alert, raven! Our resurrection could be postponed. No evening is lengthy adequate for us to dream two times. there's just one door to our heaven. the place will the top come from? we're the descendents of the start. We in basic terms see the start. So pop out of the foundation of evening as a clergyman, and hold forth along with your regularly echoing voice the human void surrounding you! you're accused of what's inside us. right here, sooner than you, is the 1st blood of our line. Fly from the hot condominium of Cain the best way the mirage left the ink of your feathers, O raven! i've got taken safe haven within the evening of your voice. My absence is roaming one of the shadows, and tugging at me. I grasp to a bull’s horn. It was once a conflict with the unseen, a push and pull, a from side to side, a down and up with a ghost, dangling like a ripe eggplant. Is that you simply then? What do they nonetheless wish from us after having stolen my phrases from yours, after having slept in my dream with their guns constantly at their aspects? i used to be no longer a ghost, so that they my footsteps. Be my moment brother. i'm Abel, and the soil returns me to you as a carob tree, so that you choose my department, raven! You and that i are one in phrases. We belong to an identical e-book. The ashes upon you're mine, and within the shadow we're the single witnesses, sufferers, brief poems approximately nature looking forward to the devastation to complete its dinner party. ˜ And the Qur’an illuminates you: Then God despatched a raven who scratched the floor to teach him the way to disguise the vile physique of his brother. Woe is me! acknowledged he. used to be I no longer even capable of be as this raven? because the Qur’an illuminates you, look for our resurrection, O raven, and leap. just like the Letter “N” within the Qur’an East of the springs, in a woodland of olives, my grandfather embraced his forsaken shadow.
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