We were born nowhere
And words can’t connect
The lakes, the mountains, etc
To our bodies –
Silence is impossible but necessary
All that drowned in the
Lake turned into sand and
You are in a hammock
While we think of each
War is not a necessity, yet it seems to be an inevitable form of existence/non-existence.
The hierarchies that exclude.
The nomad, the tourist, the exiled, the immigrant, and the citizen.
I don’t think one can acknowledge reality without contradicting oneself. Contradictions are part of our existence, and it seems to be a feature of the self when converted to language.
I sometimes see Taoism/Buddhism/Tantra not as mystic traditions, but as pragmatic traditions that aim at reaching harmony with the contradictions of the self.
Christianity, if you put the horrific institutional history aside, has at its core a mandate of never making peace with the world. This is founded unfortunately on duality. But duality aside, this simple mandate of restlessness, is all about our undoing injustices.
Desire – a continuous law
An interpretation of the body
The skin carries the burden of introducing the self to itself
A captivating take on the poetry of Maged Zaher, we would like to share:
Featured image: Photo by Aritra Sanyal.