Eggs are not stones and Master is not a Mad

What to write..?
Nothing ,
If you are in front of me
To hear my talk
And to feel my breath.

Then what to talk..?
Nothing,
Especially if your talk
Is mine too.

I will stop talking
Once you start
And I feel it is mine too.

God and truth
Are mine and yours as well
As equally.

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Man gives, like a mad,
To any one in any direction.

Woman carries them
To make the man to be a wise master.

And she will lay, what he gives,
In practice and movement
As a little cute baby.

Eggs are made to be chicks
To show master’s words are not mere stones.

And to show they are seeds
That can sprout and
Have roots down
And branches up.

*******
Seeking, you can.
But what are you seeking …?
Me or something from me…..?

Take care of your first leaf,
That comes after, and shows,
The seed has sprouted.

If this one first leaf is lost or spoiled
The whole potential in the seed and its sprouting
Is lost and spoiled.

Give it, its own time,
Take care of that first one leaf
With utmost attention.

Don’t imitate the big trees in withering the leaves,
In your this early stage of first leaf.

For sure, when you are enough grown up on your own,
Like a tree, the master, which you will by yourself,
By making yourself to be a master,
You can send thousands of leaves together down
With much more fruits and flowers too

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Dear Noufal.
No gap is a gap
And no emptiness is an emptiness

Empty is full too
And silence will sound big
Giving what we call “sound”
The space and background
To have its presence and meaning.

Dear Noufal ....,
It is the gap and empty space in, out and around
Giving the picture its picture look and shape
And the words, their meaning.

So, I am sure
We were never alone without the company of each other;
But were giving more meaning to each other
With the gap and emptiness
Filled in between and around

Dear Noufal …..,
Looking for immediate,
You can use a seed only once, one time,
Frying or without frying.

But, getting the same useless for the time being,
And hence letting one to unknown and uncared for longer time,
It will have its own space of sprouting
And will become a tree with thousands of such seeds.


Seed is a seed in its minimum
But is a tree/plant in its maximum
With the potential of giving uncountable thousands of such seeds.