Mandala

Mandala

A Poem by Sami Khalil
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A philosophy write...I would rather choose tolerance over judgment in most cases and ponder the infinite wholeness of humanity.

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Mandala/………………By Sami Khalil

A philosophy write and not religious...

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No longer do I hold a slew of

Scissors, rocks and canes,

In hands or mind corners.

What I hold are lifelines,

Anchored in deliquescent love

And tendered samples.

 

No longer do I remember an onslaught of

Passerbyes, chasers and distractors,

In glances or tousled pep talks.

What I remember are aftermaths,

Done in soulful strands

And kindled sparks.

 

No longer I’m the hushed shadows,

High tides and barrier reefs,

Littering in masterful disguises,

The drifting to paranoia,

Plastered in explicit glamour.

 

No longer but the navigator

Of the Great Beyond;

A keen wit of the infinite

Mandala.







© 2015 Sami Khalil



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What I remember are aftermaths,

Done in soulful strands

And kindled sparks.



No longer I’m the hushed shadows,

High tides and barrier reefs,

Littering in masterful disguises,


It feels so good to not judge anymore, accept the world and its people as they are👌👌
Your writing evokes a sense of relief :)

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

Wow. Thank you so much beloved poet for this wonderful review and appreciation. You have graced me w.. read more



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I must be lost. The line that bosses my mind is 'slew of scissors, rocks and canes'. I see them all. I see them signifying how humanity is, divided between those who seek and wield power and those who suffer it. I don't see it changing. I just think some humans are more dominant. I suspect Machiavelli's reading of human nature will always be valid. Altruism is preferable, but...

Posted 2 Years Ago


Again, your lines make me think. I had to read what 'mandala' means. I confess I am not keen on the images. I just don't like them. I am suspicious of them. I prefer simplicity. Although I am not religious, some atavistic protestantism stirs within me. Some desire to strip away all imagery. Your comment in the line above the poem also catches my eye strongly. The word 'tolerance' is one I am strongly drawn to. I know I have flaws and prejudices within me which will never change. But I strongly believe that I should recognise them and be prepared to accept that I may be wrong at times. So defaulting to tolerance is a good position to hold. But I still react negatively to the images! Ach! I also have a nasty worm in my soul that misbehaves. Only a few days ago a woman in the till in my local supermarket apologised for fumbling around with my groceries. She said she's been on holiday. Oh yes, where to, I asked her. To Saudi Arabia, she said. Oh, to the Haj, I asked her. Yes, she said. 'Why can't we all love each other?' she asked me, suddenly. 'We are all born, we all die? We are all one.' Now then, for some reason unknown to me, I found myself saying to her, 'I like the notion of us being different, of not all being the same.' And I actually meant it. The notion of being one of a mass, lost in a a mass horrified me. I do not want to be part of that unity. I wld definitely be the misanthrope saying, 'Nope, count me out. I'm perfectly happy in my cave up in the hills.' I will now read your poem!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

Wow. This poem is mainly about tolerance vs judgementalism. Understanding requires study, patience a.. read more
R J Askew

2 Years Ago

Yes, that is the trick. Learning to see from another's shoes. And that prob needs and open mind, a b.. read more
Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

You are so right. Grazie Mille...:).....
dear Sami... We live in a society that constantly
changes, but kindness and love survive. We are
very restricted with choices in Politics. The world
becomes smaller and our hearts become bigger.
We can only fight for love and forgiveness. We
Need to be more and not want more. truly... Pat

Posted 2 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

Wow. So true and well articulated. I agree wholeheartedly. Thank you so much beloved poet for all..... read more
If only more and more people were like you Sami. I am sick of people who judge and b***h about others without ever trying to understand or even try to look at things from a different point of view. I am not saying i never judge..but still,..it is just sad when people just assume things about you....A very insightful poem. Beautiful and clever use of metaphors.Good one :D

Posted 2 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

Wow. I so much relate to the truth you speak of. It is hard to stop but we can diminish it as much a.. read more
Isabel25

2 Years Ago

You are always welcome :)
A beyond wonderful write about one of my favourite topics....philosophy.
No wonder the universes and galaxies are reflected in Mandala's

Posted 2 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

Wow. Thank you so much beloved poet for sharing this with us and the wonderful review. Have a great .. read more
Vengeance--and the soul's ultimate judgement--are The Lord's. Therefore, we all pretty much occupy the same boat; recommending tolerance toward our fellow passengers. In a sense, human beings belong to a group I will call "The, at Least, Temporarily Lost." Wherever any of us, as individuals, may eventually end up, our destinies are now in flux; nothing is guaranteed. That guy you consider lower than the typical politician, may ultimately occupy one of the highest levels in Heaven--could even be an angel in disguise.
This piece, Sami, is wisdom, grandly and beautifully festooned!



Posted 2 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

Wow. So true and well articulated. Thank you so much beloved poet for this wonderful review and appr.. read more
Experience is indeed the best teacher providing we are willing to learn through our mistakes which I feel you are referring to aftermaths but truth be known sometimes children make the best teachers because as children we usually model after and compete with other children

Bill

Posted 2 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

Wow. Thank you so much beloved poet for this wonderful review and interpretation. All rich blessings.. read more
W R Stowe

2 Years Ago

Your welcome Sami
Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

:)......................
This is a great piece and a great read. To make the choice to see through different eyes no longer with judgement. To embrace those that are different and not fear them! We all could learn from this! Nicely said!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

Wow. So true and well articulated. Thank you so much beloved poet for this wonderful review and appr.. read more
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Acceptance of all kinds even if you don't agree. Beautifully worded Sami

Posted 2 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

Wow. So true and well articulated. So glad you have visited and enjoyed. Take care...:).....
Beautifully crafted Sami! The opening stanza so masterfully crafted sets the tone for the entire write...(No longer do I hold a slew of Scissors, rocks and canes, In hands or mind corners. What I hold are lifelines,
Anchored in deliquescent love And tendered samples.) In my opinion that IS the object and reason a poet puts pen to page in the first place. Bravo my fellow wordsmith. You hold a poets pen and heart. ~Sharon

Posted 2 Years Ago


Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

Wow. Thank you so much beloved poet for this wonderful review and appreciation. You are appreciated... read more
Miss Sharon

2 Years Ago

You are quite welcome Sami! :>) ~SP
Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

:)...................

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