Writing the other post has made me feel violently, repulsively ill, leaving a foul taste in my mouth...an acrid, bitter taste...
I need, desperately need to counteract, this feeling that is overwhelming me...I absolutely need to counteract this historical infamy, this corrupt immorality, this spiritual desolation and bankruptcy with something else...
This something else is my antidote, the antidote to the poison, this something else is my remedy and my hope.
So I will keep on listening to the lyrics from the song below, lyrics inspired from the Love quatrains of Mawlana Jalal Din Al-Rumi until this foul pungent taste subsides...That will be my healing balm, my sweet healing balm...
Painting : Iraqi artist, Abdul Hussain Twaij
I need, desperately need to counteract, this feeling that is overwhelming me...I absolutely need to counteract this historical infamy, this corrupt immorality, this spiritual desolation and bankruptcy with something else...
This something else is my antidote, the antidote to the poison, this something else is my remedy and my hope.
So I will keep on listening to the lyrics from the song below, lyrics inspired from the Love quatrains of Mawlana Jalal Din Al-Rumi until this foul pungent taste subsides...That will be my healing balm, my sweet healing balm...
Painting : Iraqi artist, Abdul Hussain Twaij
