A Happy Medium

A Happy Medium

A Poem by Sami Khalil
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A soul that dies and never find its Happy medium has lost many things when its too late after the realization and the fact of death. A philosophical write and how to achieve the yin yang formula.

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A Happy Medium/

...........................by Sami Khalil

Finding our “Happy Middle” …A life, death poem

I hear the whispers of the bereaved,

posthumously making praxis appearances.

I hear the gossip of worldly devotees,

allied in goading self-interests placidly.

I hear the pity on those who died bitter and sorrowful,

after long, inner battles. 

Through the hills, the port cities and the ruins of traditions,

they all came; memory and desire in hand.

The campsite spoke of the mysterious remoteness

of every soul, scourging the fallen present.

After talking of honor and truth esoterically, they all said:

“We flaunt belief to raise authenticity and transience.”

“We live radically to earn our traits and house arrests.”

We die unhappy to taste the Earth and the passing rain.”

Answered the graves back with reverberating echoes:

“To have anything fit of good purpose, truth can’t be censored.”

“To have anything fit of un-thieved happiness,

one must find a happy medium.”

“To have anything of segued prescriptive, 

coherent justifications are impulsive.”

For, in the mainland of conditions,

lie the remains and plebiscites of encomium settlements.

And in many things are transformations,

between ideas of privileged gratitude,

battling between chaos and control

in the thematic whole.

Everything is patterned to the growth

of the spirit without stunting,

except by the comeuppance of the ego and its corpus.

For all are seekers in our own peregrination state.

Then, do you still hear the whispers

of the bereaved...after the fact?



© 2016 Sami Khalil



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you are as impressive as ever dear brother. My mind is in gibberish mode when my vocab can't be compared to yours, big smiles, in need my dictionary, lol... I've read this yesterday and read it again today finding the happy medium we all seek. For me I still don't have that, I am not as wise as you are on which i really admire and look up to because I can learn many things from you.

“To have anything fit of good purpose, truth can’t be censored.”
“To have anything fit of un-thieved happiness,
one must find a happy medium.”

Those words really stuck on my head yesterday, putting a needle in my head(lol). kidding aside, In life many things has been censored, many things seems to be shallow in our happiness. We forget, we neglect only anticipating the surface that are just shiny, we tend to not dig deep to find the much higher value are most of which intangible :)

great stuff as always...

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The Four Noble Truths are:
1) Like is suffering ("We die unhappy to taste the Earth and the passing rain.”)
2) Suffering has a cause (I hear the gossip of worldly devotees, allied in goading self-interests placidly.)
3) The cause of suffering can be eliminated (“To have anything fit of good purpose, truth can’t be censored."
“To have anything of segued prescriptive,
coherent justifications are impulsive.”)
4) The path to the way of suffering is the Noble Eightfold Path (“To have anything fit of un-thieved happiness, one must find a happy medium.”)

So much Buddhist philosophy embedded in your work. Lovely.


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Sami khahil,
You are such a word-smith! How can we beat the system of pregression to death and the honesty of living. We cannot!! Death will come and we can sense it, see it all around us. "A happy medium" was a very good reminder to value our precious lives. blessings to you! Kathy

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I know of people who lived and died worrying about money but why ? The shroud has no pockets, so surely much more prudent to seek solace and spiritual nourishment in the betterment of mankind??

Eruditely penned Sami with worldly wisdom and compassion aplenty !

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Late to see this one. I hear the whispers. Sadly, not the voice of the departed. I find myself becoming quiet.
Sorry.
Life creeps in my friend.

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You write everything so clear n perfect...brilliant approach, loved reading this
Thanks for sharing

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"Battling between chaos and control" one of the many great lines used. Makes you think, but super smooth and beautiful.

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To have anything fit of good purpose, truth can’t be censored.”
For this time, this is most appealing.
Stuff, brilliant as always but the wisdom is incredulous.

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For all are seekers in our own peregrination state.
Then, do you still hear the whispers
of the bereaved...after the fact?

I look forward to the day when this infancy of globalization is over ... no more border, no more refugees and no more wars. Superb write, Sami:)



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Words are showing the path of death and awairing us too.
Great as always.

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how do you measure a life? is it in the experiences, the things left behind? the impact made on the world? perspective is a funny thing.. if you find that medium in life is there truly happiness? some of the happiest moments in my life were from the smallest of things.. in life there is a need for balance, but sometimes the strongest feelings come from the polar ends of the spectrum.. so how do you measure that life?... and how can you judge another's life? you may see what they left, what they did, but to never know how they truly felt. the traces that you leave behind or the whispers that scatter in the wind are they you? do they speak the truth, in this life filled with such deception and forgery? you never cease to make me think with your writes and dig deep to understand what i take from them. nicely done as always Sami.

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