Sometimes
words are not enough to speak for your eyes,
let alone your emotions. The English language is so powerfully rich in words
of expression, yet so weak and limited for those which describe how we really
feel. Nowadays, there seems to be a cliché to describe every situation, a
phrase to sum up every trauma, and a line already designed to manipulate every
action. There are many ways to describe the feelings we experience when we
fall in love; however, the adjectives are so limited to describe the way we
feel when we lose a loved one. Language is such a powerful means to express
what can't be told by our eyes and our hearts and only through language can
we share what cannot be seen by the outer shells of our being. Our world is
not supposed to be so predictable and boring. Yet it only seems that way because
society likes to move away from the dark clouds and grayness that sometimes
fill up our skies and lives, and tends to drift more towards the sun to keep
the masses interested and entertained. What our society does so well is orchestrate
its own productions to hide Truth, for it comes in a multitude of colors that
would only distort us from the reality our systems try so hard to hide from
us.
What is really ignored these days is the truth that lies behind a passerby’s
eyes, the library of experience that amasses with age, a soul with their own
unique story –- protected by a shield of emotions hardened over a lifetime.
How can one mix colors that can paint a tableau of their being without words?
If so can be done, then how many people walking by you on the streets have
paintings made of pure yellow, compared to those of pitched blackness? What
color are you and do the plethoras of colors that make up your persona even
generate a shade other than gray, brown, black? Or white? White is strictly
reserved for infants with clean slates, empty canvases yet to be drabbed by
color. And yellow? Yellow is only for the souls who disguise their true feelings
the same way
Can you honestly say you can read a man by his eyes? Can you predict the happiness
of a woman's marriage by the creases around her eyes or lips? Only a fool
will believe they can for every crease comes with a story only to be revealed
by characters within the script. From the outside perspective, we are quick
to assume the cause of scars and lines without hearing truth circling from
the lips of those who contain it. We are so trained to look at everything
as entertainment that assumptions feed the fire of bored gossiping fools.
What about you? Yes, YOU with the eyes that reveal whirlpools of splendor,
wisdom, suffering, and pain. You with the history, his story, of
experiences filled with happiness, sadness and madness? When will you share
the story of your life or use your experiences to teach others the knowledge
amassed by the experiences of your journey? Only the dormant, and without
opinion, stay within the safe boundaries of the black and white world where
they find safety hiding behind empty pages revealing nothing. Why allow people
to assume what it is you stand for – if anything at all? Why allow others
to tell stories about you, or speak on your behalf, and assume the shapes
and shades that define who you are without telling them yourself? What a sin
that is to prevent sharing your true colors with the world. What a sin it
is to trap colors within your being and prevent them from reflecting in unison
with your multidimensional equals who don’t know where you are because your
prism is reflecting nothing to them from afar.
I ask people of the world and children of light to start reflecting the stories
of their souls to vibrate wisdom around the earth. Pick up a paintbrush or
microphone. Press the inks of your pens to paper, tap words onto your screens
and start sharing what you know and have learned with the masses. Turn your
personal painting into a piece of the earth’s puzzle so that our unified assemblage
of thoughts, stories and lessons reveal Truth. What if the world suddenly
spoke real loud, the unconventionality of the words were strong enough to
melt paper? Imagine what Truth could do to neutralize the clutches of evil
once this black and white world suddenly became embraced by a strong rainbow
of loud powerful voices. What if words started becoming so bold and deep that
they defied the conventionality of our current world and standards set within
it? Flip the script even in your daily interactions. Instead of saying, I
love you, you would hear phrases
like…I can’t believe you picked me. We are all born poets. We are
all born storytellers and our minds were created to be boundless and never
to be limited. Defy the norm and exploit all mediums to share your stories.
All of you, and especially YOU. To die with a best-selling story trapped within
your being is a sad gift to your maker who set experiences on your path so
that your evolution could be shared in synergy with others.
If my eyes could talk, film would be pouring down my cheeks; however, they
stay trapped behind shutters with tinted lenses. Surely, if I kept the cinema
in my mind trapped for too long, eventually the film would turn into tears
that would choke the well in my throat right down to my very soul. And in
the end, I would die with records of knowledge never to be shared and my camera
eyes would remain forever capped as soon as the hands of death slid past my
lids for once and forever. What a shame to silence my soul or to hear your
soul silenced without ever knowing you, my love, my brother, my sister, my
father? I call out to the elevated of the world to start sharing. To start
putting words into action in front of all to bear witness; to Life’s animated
airport where we sit on benches witnessing sadness in motion, laughter in
rewind, and time in fast-forward. To the ones that choose to stay compressed,
repressed, and blank -- stay put, and do please feel free to trade lenses
if need be. It gets rather boring keeping the same perspective so rotate them
around as much as you like. I welcome you all to the Great Awakening
where everyone has a story to share, words to pour, and wisdom to elevate
the masses. Choose your own personal theater to roll your tape as mediums
nowadays are plenty.
Camera rolling, take seven.
By Suzanne Mahmoud Kassem
Suzy Kassem aka Blue Panther
November 21, 2008
Copyright 2008-2010.
All rights reserved.
* Write and people will come to read. Write and people will heed to your words
and share them with others. Not all may relate, but wait, and those that were
meant to see it eventually will find it, for truth waits to be found. It searches
for no one.
**Image by the amazing Alex
Grey
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