Life as a Machine

“Doing any and everything for the chance just to come near
So those slaves are always working, doing the same routines
Over and over again you would think they were machines
Fuelled by a gasoline that you wish you could see
Cause it’s a long journey to A Sirat al-Mustaqim.”
– Boonaa Mohammed – “How to be a Slave” Continue reading

The Drop

A single drop sits on my window, surrounded by many others, as the rain lashes down on this Winter morning. I want to take in this moment. Be still. Be present. Empty my mind completely. No reflections on anything, nor thoughts of the human world that will enter my consciousness when I leave this seat. I want to just stop and focus on this one, physical entity in front of me: this drop on my window… Continue reading