http://slow.writerscafe.org/Gad The original writings of author SELF en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776261613 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I was once a man with an attitudebut when I met the Merciful on a higher altitudethe attitude turned to gratitude. Lost in lust and always coming lastI built my cage and got lostOh how tragic drowning in that which we cannot get past.And as bodies lay beneath the earth&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/3126706/ I yearn for a mountain untouched by the tides of changeFor once I land on it, I’ll earn the peace that grows from the heartfor there are waves within the heart that affect the body.I yearn for freedom!A revolution. Televised or notFor capitalistic systems hold invisib.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/3125119/ Touch the nakedness of the soulwith the gentle hands of love and light the solesof your feet that will lead you to the inner peace that many missas they go about the earth with burdened lives. Catch the beauty that the hands of love molded in the birds, bees and leaveswith gardens and beings wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/3124638/ With memories locked in screens and clouds,my memory lies clouded with keen instinctsthat fail to put the screen away and have my way with destiny.Regardless, I say yes to life.Yes! I say yes even though ill systemswrick havoc in the body's systemstealing one's peace, leaving themvulnerable to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/3124475/ I feel, oh how it feels to feel Not only the pain, the hurtBut also the love, the kindness.I love, oh how it feels to loveNot only the romance, the touchBut also the birds, bees and trees. I hurt, oh how it feels to hurtNot only the heartache, the betrayalBut also the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/3122853/ The inner conflicts fly within our hearts like seagulls across the ebbing tides of the ocean.And though life is palpable like the morning dew,it carries waves of endless beautylike the infinite Starry night sky.As the feet of sunken people rest their soleson the ancient ground of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/3094554/ A voice from the heart heard from the heavensWhispers to me and says, though attachments are like an abyssWe find it difficult to let them go. As weighty as a mountain,they close the inner heart And throw the key in a pit of uncertainty. Harboring such malice, W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2963047/ Dust returns to dustearth returns to earthlovers turn to friendsand friends turn to foes.what has gone, let it gowhat remains, let it remain.Like the rain born from the skyIt does not die on the earthbut is born upon the landborn anewand returns to the sky that mothered it.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2961136/ O Man, do you see those shores upon which Infinite sand grains reside?O Woman, do you see those stars that light upthe sky amidst the shadows of the Earth?Though some have eyes, they cannot seeSo tell them to let the sunshine in.O Man, do you hear the birds at the crack O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2955645/ I am an observer of human nature and the dreamer of audacious dreams.I am lightly heavy and soothingly bitter.I come from a longline of truth seekers,a line as long as the Nile Riverand my chest can expand till infinity.Weighed by weightless burdens,I am a hero that no one celebratesbut If.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2933081/ There is some comfort in the emptiness of the seaFor the stillness of the mind is uncovered and its taste is like a smooth cup of tea.But he who comes from across a deep and troubled seaFinds life in every breath they see.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2933080/ Here I amAgainst all oddswith my 23 pairs of chromosomeswalking the vast Earth in a vesselsubsumed with that which was spinning inside the first atom of lifein the triple dark womb of space.Here I ama being whose likeness is like a flower seed that blossoms even when it is thrown into ice.So wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2929807/ Though the universe is divided into Heaven, Earth and manthe essence permeating them is the same.Though heaven, Earth and Man are different in form,their nature is the same.So because Heaven is full of Spiritand there is no box to contain it,Heaven became Man.And when the three Absolutes move in har.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2928856/ There is a world outside of our conceived mental worldoutside of our conditioningoutside of our fallacy.There is a world,a world within usbeneath the mud of deceptionand the veil of vanity.There is a world of peacea world where rivers flow beneathwith people so beautifulthat when you look at themyou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2927197/ Some clowns teach that heaven is above our headsand that we must die to reach it,but I say heaven is what you make itand hell is what you go through to find it.It was never somewhere above our headsbut here on Earth where we are living.It is within usunderneath the mud of our own wickednessbeneath t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2926531/ Tribute to my unseen Grandma http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2926057/ Do they ever wear Masks?What else can they do, for living in colonial homes with rigged mindsmakes one hide their identity behind a mask.In the early dawn accompanied with the songbirds,they wake up and get their masks ready.In the early afternoon,they smile and camouflage behind their masks.As.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2922965/ Oh how beautiful it feels to look at her peaceful self.As tender as the soft breeze in springtime,she graces my life with her presence. The windows of my soul are blessed to be clearfor through them,I can see her blossom. None are like her tranquil selfHer beauty outshine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2921767/ Music is beautiful It has the power of a thousand thoughts. Writing is intriguingIt has the power of a million experiences.Life is breathtaking It has the power to expand to infinity.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2921765/ Gathering thoughts in IsolationI see our plight of building our own prisonsrunning in circlesSurrounded with bars forged of falsified oaths, codes, and commitments.With walls of self-doubt and accepted deception we inhabit these prisons we call “us”and round and round we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2920043/ As his old friend silence comes to say hello,a man whose physical existence is ephemeralfinds his own marred reflection. Surprised and dismayed,it is a walking living creature. It burns fire and drowns drops of water.In the abyss of that marred reflectionhis own thoughts laugh at himand li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2912141/ Flesh is clay.In fact, sounding clay.Moulded just to wither away.Eyes probe within it to seek that voice within,but as the breath of life spreads its wings and transfigures into the starsparadise finds itself at the feet of those sheltered by the shade of love.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2908714/ We are like dementors that suck the soul and dump it into oblivion. We have become lumps of bones devoid of the breath of life. We're devoid of sweet sweet love. Loved people love people and hurt people hurt people, but we have been a lifeless shell that wails for the breath of l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2902493/ Two steps down the road, my eyes spot a weary woman whose one hand holds her head in despair, while the other holds a baby whose innocence is veiled by the difficulties of this present world. This sight immediately drifts my invisible thoughts to a series of questions. I ask myself: How long shall t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2897062/ Man of the Past, living in the present, walking in the future. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2880999/ Faith is the substance of things hope forthe evidence of things unseen.At the zenith of nine full moonswhose occurrence was preceded by an explosion in her magnificent womb,at the zenith of time and the elements,I made my first prayer.From a bag of water in my mother's wombI made my first prayer.I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2879170/ The ancestors and the womb are oneInterlinked  Interlinked. A recollection of memories long pasta union with the spiritand amidst the stars our history dances.The ancestors and the womb are one,they hug me quickly and softlylike the warm, sweet wind.They touch me with the hands of timeand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2870341/ My soul is timeless conscious full and unto the perpetual path Of its growth. As the seeds of truth sprout out their flawless shoots,I roam the streets of my heart sweeping, wiping, and cleaning every cornerhoping to leave nothing but glittering smooth paths.When You visit my heart's abode.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2866040/ A mind built for the noblest of ideas cloaked with trashrummaging through the rubbish and losing our waynot seeing the right road when the streets are paved.As the sands of time slowly drift by,I adhere to the soothing trumpet of naturesilent as a cat's footsteps, yet loud as the cracking thund.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2865349/ Putting my ear close to my soulI hear the sweet melodies writing brings within meand the indulgence of a writer in these sweet sounds has its own unmatchable reward. We are seen dancing to an unknown musicknown only to those with sharp senses,senses that can grasp the infinite magical constitue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2863992/ Welcome to a fool's paradise, where beings walk with necks made of iron and heads made of steel.The aesthetic intricacies of this paradise are as a mirage in a desert, which the thirsty man thinks to be water, until, when he comes to it, he finds it to be nothing.  Welcome to a fool's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2863726/ As I journey on the path that dreamers take, the eyes see what they have never seen beforeand the ears hear what they have never heard before.I wonder what they mean when they call what's normal paranormalI wonder why love is constrained in egotistic confinements that make our hearts heavy like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2863645/ A psychological analysis of the societal conditioning that we human beings are subjected to both directly and indirectly must be upheld in order for the true reality of life to unveil itself. Truth is and will always be the way it is, thus, we must bend to its will or perish in the futilities of our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2863550/ The clouds weep and the earth rejoicesthe earth swells and the plants rejoice. The splendor of each distinct flower on the adorned carpets of our earth bears witness to the evident presence of nature's conscious Spirit. When our bodies are buried six feet deep with worms and maggots as our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2863262/ things change. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2863057/ After difficulty comes EASE! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2862805/ The battlefield of African culture has the blood of tremendous martyrs flowing on it. This blood has been the source of life to the seed of liberation buried in the inner sanctum of all her beloved children. They say the Ink of a Scholar is holier than the blood of a martyr, but that same blood nour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2862686/ As the rain dances with the gladdening meadows of the lands in the East,the billowing breeze spreads the sweet fragrance of new life and love. Walking on these lands,I've been called many names. Coming from these landsI've been a slave,a King,a Queen,a child. I've been a hermeticist,a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2862359/ Observing life's waves from a tranquil inner shore, the night incessantly chases the dayand I'm enamored by the redness in the sky of glorious sunsets.With a heart that knows no pride and a mind wrapped up in tranquility,I tread the earth cloaked in humility and peace. But in a world .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2861564/ While human souls find delight in an alternate world, a world with no sensitivity but only sensualitya world covered with hard shells of ignoranceand awnings of corruption on both land and sea,We turn our heads left and right,trod the earth to and froin search of a sense of fulfillment,a source.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2860086/ In the silent and rejuvenating state of a tranquil mind,it dawns on me that life is but an act of letting goan act of pure witnessing.Though we face the inevitability of letting go,the quicksands on the dusty path of life take from us that which we hold dear giving us not a chance to say goodby.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2856735/ In the land of psychological warfare,I came in the spaceship called Mama.In the land of psychological warfare,fake realities capture many mindsand the warfare keeps distracting, misinforming, and eluding the masses. Coming from a place beyond any place you can imagine in your imagination, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2856513/ Biggie smalls once said. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2856425/ Come out of the hole into the whole,the wholeness of universal lovethe wholeness of equanimity.It's such an awe that we share the same skythe same hydrogen and oxygen atoms touch our faces as the laden clouds release their burden whilst the dead earth rejoices.Come out of the hole of ego and wrong p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2855885/ Park up your tools for your raw power movesstep into the light or remain in the darkOn the road,everyday you meet millions of masks but very few facesIn any case,stay who you are.Grass doesn't grow on the road everyone's walking on,so find another point of perceptionone that doesn't make you sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2855881/ Moving with the flow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2855591/ Living in Mother nature,I evade captured lands because their grounds captivate our minds.Blindly wandering through captured lands, we forget who we arewe forget how much precious life is. In this amnesia,Pleasant melodies turn to cacophonies of unpleasant noise and out of tune we goout of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2855392/ The Universe begun with a Big Bangthe hypocrites sell their souls for a big bag and utter solitude brings refuge from the doings of this vile world. Under the moonlight of the fourteenth night,fathers further their bloodlineand gilded speech makes many remiss. Blending or Bendingthe c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2855271/ Used to be stress, now it's breathI love the days when it shines.True to myselfno more self sabotageand of course,there's no one better to be than myself. Blinded by Your Grace,I walk by faith.Dazzled by Your light,I protect my energy.Shepherd of my soul,I give you full controlcome into your ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2855064/ A piece that ought to make one mindful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Gad/2854676/