Busara/Wisdom – February 15, 2010

WISDOM FROM MY WISE OLD MOTHER/Said Suleiman

My wise old mother, called me and said
Live to be wise, my son Said
Educate yourself and your generation
Be savior to your people, lead way to liberation
Respect all people, youngsters and elders
For better and for worse, strengthen your shoulders
Work hard all times, reach your resolutions
Face them the enemies, make right decisions
Be kind my son, it’s the right title
When you have problems, use the wits to settle
Don’t follow your heart, it’s the tool of the devils
Good deeds all times, will fight the evils
Love to everyone, it’s the life asset
If you take my wisdom, you’ll make yourself perfect

My wise old mother, called me and said
Live to be wise, my son Said.

OH SOUNDS/Ally Saleh

Sounds…Sounds, Oh sounds, Oh sounds

Piercing through my ear drum

And I look like a dumb

What have been the sounds for

When stuck at the entrance door

Meaning less, aim less and even target less

Not yesterday, today…yes today and even tomorrow

Oh, sounds…Oh sounds


 
When the sounds embark on a journey

Wondering from the wilderness

Crossing deep into the deserts

Struggling up the peak of mountains

Floating through the sky

Looking for a place to lie

If not to settle and make impact

How does the sounds peg to know

That …that this is the destination

That here now

Be the penetration…yes the penetration


 
What are the sounds for

When the ear can not accommodate

The heart does not accept

The brain does not discern

And your feelings can not turn….

Tell me what would this sound be

If not just being sound….

What are the sounds….What are the sounds

If they were just sounds?


 
What is…yes what is sound

If not a melody

That can sooth your aching heart

What is sound

If not a relief

To pangs in your empty stomach

What is sound

If not a pen

To teach the illiterate lots

What is sound if not the shoes

That can wear the bare footed

What is sound if not a cloth

That can cover the naked bodies

What is a sound if not a language

That you can communicate in

Otherwise sounds will be just sounds

Will pass ear to ear

Finding no destination

And back surely the sound will go

In the wilderness, the desert, the mountains and the sky

Because sound without a meaning, aim and target

Are just sounds

And what are sounds when they are just sounds

Oh sounds, Oh sounds