Anguish

Samer Amin

 

 

 

It is a dire feeling of alienation from the source of life.

 

 

 

 

With unexpected force, a soul is pulled away from its original source of life and light,

 

 

 

 

and in the midst of the dark primeval ocean of nonexistence, a soul stands completely alone.

 

 

 

 

The soul is getting engulfed by multiple layers of dense darkness,

 

 

 

 

and the soul continues to plunge deeper and deeper into the bottomless unfathomable abyss.

 

 

 

 

In the midst of a dark ocean of primordial nothingness, nothing could be heard but the absolute silence.

 

 

 

 

In the midst of a dark primordial ocean of nothingness, nothing but the agonizing pain of separation could be felt,

 

 

 

 

and it is now very far and away from its loved ones.

 

 

 

 

The beautiful bright daylight has been replaced by unspeakable darkness,

 

 

 

 

and the beautiful music of life has been replaced by the soul's muffled wailing.

 

 

 

 

During its previous life, it couldn't assimilate the beautiful messages embedded into the colorful flowers and it kept itself away.

 

 

 

 

During its previous life, it couldn't assimilate the beautiful messages in its mother's touch on its cheek and it kept itself away.

 

 

 

 

During its previous life, it couldn't assimilate the beautiful music of the shepherd's flute,

 

 

 

 

when he used to sit under the vine before sunset and it kept itself away.

 

 

 

 

It could not feel the glorious happiness of embracing the wounds of others with a compassionate heart,

 

 

 

 

or press a tender kiss on an orphan's forehead.

 

 

 

 

It has chosen the confinement of its finite self, and from the Infinite Universal Self, it was driven away.

 

  • Author: Samer Amin (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2021 00:19
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Jerry Reynolds

    Tragic write, Samer. Well done.

    • Samer Amin

      Thank you, Jerry!

      Maybe I was in a bad mood when I wrote it.



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