tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72976962024-03-20T00:33:25.491-04:00Poetry By Najat Fares KesslerFor me Poetry is a way to express with words what is not so easy to express. I write my Poetry from inspirations that I encounter in everyday life; I find myself in Poetry because it seems to relate to the infinite and I feel home in the infinite! The infinite for me is Freedom, Abundance, Light, Love, etc... It is also the unseen, the formless, the shapeless, that which cannot be contained, finished, or ever limited!Najat Fares Kesslerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530540078500003974noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-21475516379993753422009-11-10T10:45:00.002-05:002009-11-10T10:56:29.546-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwLCWrlRWiTX-o2WzZ26idxSVmTmkOuf5llpYg2nZZmucj9EMFACw8IoqFrs3cXBApJntOVwclgAri4CIh12dF3TpdA1LgqHhWfhSK10Xcxkiu2ElzdrHccp7jlyRPjGRDFEj/s1600-h/Photo+81.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTwLCWrlRWiTX-o2WzZ26idxSVmTmkOuf5llpYg2nZZmucj9EMFACw8IoqFrs3cXBApJntOVwclgAri4CIh12dF3TpdA1LgqHhWfhSK10Xcxkiu2ElzdrHccp7jlyRPjGRDFEj/s200/Photo+81.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402504373064802498" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(204, 238, 221); line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Do I have integrity?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />Do I have enough strength to uphold my integrity?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />Have integrity so I won’t betray myself</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />Have integrity so I mean what I say</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />Have integrity so I say what I mean</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />Have integrity so I know what I mean</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />Have integrity so I am fully aware of my heart desires</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />Have integrity so I can stand up for my life</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />Have integrity so I can have a life</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />My own life…with integrity…</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />Do I have integrity?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">© Copyrights 2009 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved</span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-92181559010702841772009-07-21T16:40:00.001-04:002009-07-21T16:41:40.891-04:00The Child Within YOU!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; white-space: normal; ">So cute so bright so happy!<br />Keep this child within you, <br />the happy joyful one, <br />the carefree one, <br />the curious one,<br />the excited one,<br />the exalted one,<br />the one who knows<br />the one who is alive<br />the one who loves life<br />the one who is a bright light<br />keep this childlike side of you<br />joyful care free like a bird<br />like a butterfly, this one will set you free<br />If old wounds remain this one is your healer<br />Dream of new horizons this one will take you there<br />Lovingly I am sending the utmost tenderness<br />to this child and to the adult he has became<br /><br />© Copyrights 2009 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved</span><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-16050784513620347032009-06-20T12:26:00.002-04:002009-06-23T11:34:43.009-04:00No need...<div style="font-family: arial;" class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"> <div>There is no need to fight, no need to win, no need to lose...<br />Gently, kindly, allow life inside your heart to fully take its course<br />It is within you, that miraculously it will accomplish the deeds<br />Life is only interested in the cycle of aliveness<br />Nothing more nothing less<br />To those who would rather distract<br />Discuss, argue...and analyze The Irrelevant<br />You say only two words "Suit yourselves!"<br />Don't be shy to laugh but Stay alive, Stay vigilant!<br />To not be drawn into nonesense<br />For discussions, arguments, analyzes or even "studies"...<br />Of nonesense are just that NONESENSE!<br /><br />© Copyrights 2009 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-70064595866625888532009-06-18T11:06:00.001-04:002009-06-18T11:19:57.797-04:00الى عواد بالسعوديةfrom An Amazigh Moroccan Woman<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;">What can I say? How would I answer?</span><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">I do not know, nor… <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Do I, possess any fancy answers<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Life has powerful ways to manifest<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Anywhere and everywhere, it blooms<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">That which you focus on grows<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">One of the laws of this universe<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">That which you bring with you<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">In hundred folds you shall get<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">You may encounter those inhabited by Fear<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">And entirely possessed by its progenitors<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">What will you do?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Will you compound their obsessions?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Or, will you be able to see through them? <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">You will encounter Fear,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Its children like Mistrust,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">And or its grand children<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Like Sorrow and Greed<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">What will you do?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Will you let these so familiar ugly heads fool you?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Or, will you look beyond their traces within you?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">I am daily fighting my own demons<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">Sometimes, I claim victory other times they do<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">In either case I am the creator and the doer <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">…And…also the Observer….<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">At this moment, Precisely Concisely<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">With theses few words, I am attempting to express<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;">That which is difficult to say while trying to impress<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:13.0pt;">© Copyrights 2009 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved</span><span style="font-family:Arial;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-89447485224997572172009-06-15T20:31:00.000-04:002009-06-15T20:32:20.438-04:00If you....<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >If you get me you are lucky and so am I<br />For I am a delight walking on two legs<br />and.......... You are so thirsty<br />I am love flying about<br />and.......... You are so ready<br />I am a fresh breeze<br />rare in the heat of a summer day<br />and.......... You are so hot<br />I am kindness rooming about<br />and.......... You are full of wonders<br />I am a miracle of nature<br />and.......... You are opening<br />If you get me you are lucky and so am I<br /><br />© Copyrights 2009 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-58883480019763480702009-06-13T12:45:00.014-04:002009-06-13T15:36:24.346-04:00I am a Moroccan Amazigh Woman!<span style="font-family:arial;">I am beautiful, feminine and defiante! I scare the hell out of men who have a mentality from the cave ages.They are mesmerized by my charms and confused by my audacity. They don't know what to do or how to behave with me for I do not fit to any of their molds. Yet when they meet me they feel uplifted from their darkness...they want what I have but are also scared that their little girl or woman back homes come across me an learns my ways.....so scared of femininity that I dare to wear in every way...the way I walk, I talk, I breathe....The man of the cave is scared of this vulnerable strength of mine...I have the audacity of being free despite all my conditions....the man does not know how to be free...he has been beaten to submission...he can't even dream about being free ...let alone fathom that women in his surroundings can be free...He goes to his wife, daughter, and cowardly calls me a "whore" because the poor soul does not know how to be free...in secret he dreams about me...In reality he craves to be free and lively as I am....</span><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Translated into French by </em><strong><em>Wassim:</em> </strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Amazigh Marocaine Je suis une Femme!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Belle, femine et defiante; Je suis! Je terrifie les hommes qui ont la mentalité de l'âge des cavernes. Ils sont hypnotisés par mes charmes et troublés par mon audace. Ils ne savent comment se comporter enver moi puisque je ne rentre dans aucun de leur moules. Néanmoins, quand ils me rencontrent, ils se sentent heureux... Ils veulent ce que j'ai mais ils ont si peur que leur femme ou leur fillette me connaisse ou devienne une femme jusqu'qu bout des ongles comme je suis...Si horifies par ma feminite...cette feminite que j'ose porter...dans ma facon de marcher, ma façon de parler, ma façon de respirer... l'homme des cavernes est effrayé par cette force vulnérable que j'ai... J'ai l'audace d'être libre malgré toutes mes circonstances...l'homme avec la mentalite de l'age des caverne ne sait comment être libre... Il a ete brise a la soumission... il ne peut même plus rever de liberte...encore moins imaginer les femmes de son entourage vivant librement... Il va chez sa femme et sa fille et avec lachete il m'appele "pute"! Pauvre ame... en son for intérieur, il rêve de moi... en réalité il crève d'être libre vibrant de vitalité comme je suis...</span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Translated into Arabic by</em><strong><em> Allala Ben Latif</em>: </strong></span>ءامازغية ءانا مغربية و ءامراءة<br /><br />جميلة فاتنة ءانا<br />متحدية للرجال دوي العقول المتحجرة<br />تبهرهم مفاتني تربكهم جراتي<br />لا يعرفون التضرف معي<br />لا اطابق ءاي نموذجا من نماذجهم<br />ومع ذلك فهم يشعرون<br />بالسعادة والحياة عند ملا قاتي<br />يريدونني وماعندي لاءنفسهم<br />وفي ان واحد ترعبهم<br />فكرة ان نساءهم و بناتهم<br />يصادفني فيثاءترن بي<br />تزعجهم انوثتي<br />التيءا لبسها بحرية<br />في طريقة مشيتي<br />وفي طريقة كلامي<br />وحتى في طريقة تنفسي<br />الرجل القادم من الكهوف مدعور<br />من هده القوة الهشة التي تسكنني<br />لي جراة حريتي رغم كل ظروفي<br />الرجل غير قادر<br />لفرط خضوعه ان يكون حرا<br />فيذهب مهرولا الى<br />امراته واءبنته ويدعوني<br />بغيا<br />هو يجهل معنى الحرية<br />وفي السر يحلم بي<br />في الحقيقة<br />يتشوق ان يكون حرا<br />طليقا حيا مثلي</p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>© Copyrights 2009 Najat Fares Kessler, All Rights Reserved.</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-71363378829850990972009-06-13T12:07:00.003-04:002009-06-13T12:10:04.798-04:00Do Not Ever Quit!<span style="font-family:arial;">Do not ever quit!<br />For the sake of you<br />For the sake of all of us<br />Stay here and now<br />Stand tall, stand still<br />Keep on walking<br />Keep on talking<br />Keep on writing<br />Keep on living<br />For you have a lot to offer<br />Do not ever listen to the noise makers<br />The words of the mindless spineless courageless<br />Are nothing but an echo of their own confusion<br />Why listen to confusion?<br />Nothing will ever come out of it<br />Those who distract themselves with confusion<br />Need you to lead the way<br />Cowards will often come around<br />For you are their chance for salvation,<br />You are a much needed light<br />You shine enlighten and uplift<br />Do not quit dearest one do not quit<br />Cowards will often attack to hurt<br />Don't be fooled<br />Those wearing an aggressive outer<br />Only want to hide their deepest suffering<br />They will often attempt to inflect pain<br />For they are full of pain<br />Such is the state of humanity still<br />Full of pain inflects pain<br />While claiming to defend<br />Unreachable fictitious concepts<br />God, religion, morals…<br />This, that or the other……..<br />Don’t be fooled……<br />Listen to that which is beyond the noise<br />You will mostly hear desperate calls for help<br />You will mostly feel aching hearts<br />You will mostly sense deep bleeding wounds<br />Such is the state of humanity still<br />Do not quit beloved one do not quit<br />Don’t be fooled<br />It is only the beginning<br />The dawn of enlightenment is here<br />The best is yet to come!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">© Copyrights 2009 Najat Fares Kessler, All Rights Reserved.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-12286312101273827562009-06-12T14:41:00.006-04:002009-06-12T14:56:03.958-04:00Though...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNqZ9VOTinVic9D0mUmONzeEBpaxRm6TVct4CNU2KRlaI7oV67YKgFuttnb3R3o9c1VQjxtwaHixoftlus6EUaP2kJ5DTRxE6vaH2IK8Rn3MyW3S6HVdmfycqjCDbf1nWx50B8/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNqZ9VOTinVic9D0mUmONzeEBpaxRm6TVct4CNU2KRlaI7oV67YKgFuttnb3R3o9c1VQjxtwaHixoftlus6EUaP2kJ5DTRxE6vaH2IK8Rn3MyW3S6HVdmfycqjCDbf1nWx50B8/s200/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346516661981332802" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 238, 221); font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Though the human mind is crafty with disrespect</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">And knows how to dress it up just enough </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">So, it may look as if it is care and not disrespect</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">The heart knows disrespect when it feels it</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">The heart has no eyes and does not </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">Need to see fancy disguises to be wowed</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">The heart feels the vibrations of what is</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">It knows everything by its vibrations </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">I beg you do not explain for I feel you </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">I am nothing but an open heart </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">I made that choice so I can fully taste love </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">I made that choice so I can fully love </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">I made that choice so I can fully allow life </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">To vibrate within and through my being </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">I am a lover with a heart as vulnerable </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">As the colorful wings of a butterfly </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">I made this choice a long ago... </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">....Or, was I born this way?</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);">© Copyrights 2009 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved.</span></span></span><br /></div></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-45279562725020386732009-06-06T10:29:00.000-04:002009-06-06T11:13:10.047-04:00يا شاعر الحبيا شاعر الحب اني اهواك<br />يا شاعر الحب والاحساس<br />ما اجملك<br />يا شاعر الحب انت تلهمني<br />انت تحييني<br />لهيب شوقي يحرقنى<br />وانت بعيد عني الآف الامتار<br />يا شاعر الحب<br />عيناي جمرتان<br />وقلبي بركان<br />ساقيّ وقخذيّ يرقصان<br />يا حبذا لو استطيع الطيران<br />يا شاعر الحب<br />انت مهجتي<br />انت كالتيار<br />ترعش اعماقي<br />فيطرب لك القلب<br />الوجدان<br />والبدن<br />يا شاعر الحب<br />اني قيثارتك<br />فاعزف اعذب الالحان<br />فستغني بالحنين<br />الارض والاشجار<br />والجبال والاغصان<br />وستسقى القلوب<br />وتنتعش الاجسام<br />يا شاعر الحب<br />انك تلهب نيراني<br />وانا مستسلمة<br />فافعل بي ما تشاء<br />يا شاعر الحب<br />اني عاشقة<br />تعشق الحب<br />وتهواك<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>© Copyrights 2009 Najat Fares Kessler, all Rights Reserved.</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-69132638376838956892009-06-06T10:09:00.001-04:002009-06-06T10:22:23.103-04:00Come Out...<span style="font-family:arial;">Be kind…<br />Mean it…<br />Feel it…<br />Hear it…<br />See it…<br />Taste it…<br />Exude it…<br />You don't know what it is to be tender? Do you?<br />It scares the hell out of you to be vulnerable…<br />This old shield you are wearing is cold and so heavy…<br />Please… I beg you…Let the worm die…<br />For the butterfly to be born<br />You shall become free…I promise…<br />Free from all the old and useless<br />Free from the pain and sorrow<br />Free from your own limited self<br />I do feel you my beloved…<br />I do see that which scares you…<br />I do see beyond your thick shield…<br />Have mercy on that one who is imprisoned<br />Inside that useless shield…<br />Come out at once for it is Spring!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>©Copyrights 2009, Najat Fares Kessler, All Rights Reserved.</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-51575748975989185152008-07-04T12:34:00.005-04:002008-07-04T12:47:55.776-04:00Welcome to the Sun Rays, the Night Stars and the Moon! Welcome to my Beloved Friends.<embed align="middle" src="http://www.frappr.com/ajax/yvmap.swf" width="500" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" flashvars="host=http://www.frappr.com/&origin=other&lo=1&mvid=137440753648" salign="l" scale="noscale"></embed> <div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a href="http://visitor.frappr.com/?sig=visitor_map&src_mvid=137440753648&origin=other" target="_blank"><img src="http://frappr.com/i/gyo.gif" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.frappr.com/?a=constellation_map&mapid=137440612295&src=flash_map&sig=visitor_map&src_mvid=137440753648&origin=other&ct=seemore" target="_blank"><img src="http://frappr.com/i/s.gif" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.frappr.com/?a=constellation_map&mapid=137440612295&src=flash_map&sig=visitor_map&src_mvid=137440753648&origin=other&ct=pendingpins" target="_blank"><img src="http://frappr.com/dyn_map/137440612295/origin:other/p.gif" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.frappr.com/?a=feedback&type=vm" target="_blank"><img src="http://frappr.com/i/h.gif" border="0" /></a></div>Najat Fares Kesslerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530540078500003974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-1153151597245742312006-07-17T11:52:00.000-04:002008-12-08T18:53:39.889-05:00I Beg You Forgive Me<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">In honor of those who serve us in silence<br />--------------------------------------------- </span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGjy1Y07h1eDz-d8BrsSZFf0p1r97UVbXn_NM9yZCtFb0QAWhYgAzSWYQeXoFZvulTDV2TQoeuARLWp85CF311zxy1K98HrniVdLVJbsPVe1mDNKi5J4hKtf17pllk7qA4ac3/s1600-h/024_22.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037974127102523986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGjy1Y07h1eDz-d8BrsSZFf0p1r97UVbXn_NM9yZCtFb0QAWhYgAzSWYQeXoFZvulTDV2TQoeuARLWp85CF311zxy1K98HrniVdLVJbsPVe1mDNKi5J4hKtf17pllk7qA4ac3/s320/024_22.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;">O Dearest Souls<br />How am I to listen?<br />What am I to do?<br />To pull my self from my own ignorance,<br />Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">How am I to listen?<br />When the calls come in<br />How am I to see?<br />When the signs are so clear<br />How am I to shut my limited self?<br />Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">How am I? How am I? How am I?<br />How am I to wake up?<br />How am I to open my eyes?<br />How am I to shed my illusions?<br />How am I? How am I? How am I?<br /></span><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh<br /></span></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">O Dearest Souls<br />You who breath to serve me<br />I beg of you to forgive me<br />I beg of you to forgive my rude self<br />How am I to shed my anguish?<br />How am I to cure myself?<br />For I am so ignorant!<br />How am I? How am I? How am I?<br />Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh<br /></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">How am I to ever honor your grace?<br />How am I to match your giving?<br />How am I? How am I? How am I?<br /></span></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Here I am, so self centered<br />So busy with I want, I want, and I want more<br />There you are a complete stranger<br />I have not ever met<br />Giving me a piece of your precious life!<br />How am I to match such a sacred gift?<br />How am I? How am I? How am I? </span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">O Dearest Souls<br />I beg of you to accept my gratitude<br />I beg of you to forgive my poor attitude </span></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><br /></span><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Every morning I wake up it is you I need to thank<br />Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, for ever and there after. </span></span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#999999;">© Copyright 2006 Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.</span>Najat Fares Kesslerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530540078500003974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-1153075657930307812006-07-16T14:26:00.000-04:002008-12-08T18:53:40.093-05:00Come<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhedsdDrZHUXgtifNpDTonUDczx9ny6ucxOl-PzYs7nMjK11j6Ghs6CbszJLCLQmK2mHCuYk44_1bKiL4TuDrGrCcZ9w0wLgl7zjYODKV2mNhyeJFE7dzDrjh4nMzraIMjZWjJf/s1600-h/004_2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037968200047655458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhedsdDrZHUXgtifNpDTonUDczx9ny6ucxOl-PzYs7nMjK11j6Ghs6CbszJLCLQmK2mHCuYk44_1bKiL4TuDrGrCcZ9w0wLgl7zjYODKV2mNhyeJFE7dzDrjh4nMzraIMjZWjJf/s320/004_2.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmMfGVEiMCK5g8cyHr5gA6BWTnI6xi45cE1yGPkx0jpozdt2Tkzhpq4joW3em8Dkb8E2N069q9J8U2EZxSIGFjPBTvtOU4s3lMU1ULmjU2DoUb1F1cJyJX7mY3Zb7uxHjpcCyk/s1600-h/004_2.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">May the Network of Love grow, expand, and shine,</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Through the linking of the souls, </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">One heart throbbing at a time,</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">May your heart awaken, </span></p><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">May your heart take a sip of the elixir of love,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">May you taste the glory,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">May you Burn in adoration,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">May you be annihilated,</span></div><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">If you make it this far we shall fly in the skies with the angels and go beyond,</span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">If you dare to come this far you are I and I am you an irradiating bundle of Joy!</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Who cares for the bickering, arguing, fighting, or even human reasoning?</span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Forget those; they are only a temporary excuse for the most scared of Love,</span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Don't be shy my Beloved, </span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Come, Come, Come, Come and Come again,</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">No matter how afraid you are, </span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">No matter how many times you fall,</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Come to the vast oceans of my adoration, </span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Dive into the seas of my passion,</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">O Beloved one! </span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">I am drunk with you! </span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;">Hold me it is our time to be lovers!</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;">© Copyright 2006, Najat Fares Kessler, All Rights Reserved.</span></p>Najat Fares Kesslerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530540078500003974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-1152044406015538762006-07-04T16:14:00.001-04:002008-12-08T18:53:40.224-05:00A special 4th of July<p align="justify"> </p><p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYhNde3wXXeyAnEMj4A6_UiNYfFz_3lDjg5ycgB2SI5T5_A-TQgChyqgzslLEvv4qJUZUUEgFbDpfq_INuKP7MXkp0cdqelTGGZHPuAYo8VKMeLrHb7ld4brf8MKG7VpR-cRE/s1600-h/12-8-2004+(3)-13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037978224501324386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfYhNde3wXXeyAnEMj4A6_UiNYfFz_3lDjg5ycgB2SI5T5_A-TQgChyqgzslLEvv4qJUZUUEgFbDpfq_INuKP7MXkp0cdqelTGGZHPuAYo8VKMeLrHb7ld4brf8MKG7VpR-cRE/s320/12-8-2004+(3)-13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I long hesitated to become a citizen of another country, </span></p><p></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I long hesitated to accept another choice, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I long hesitated to consider another option,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I long hesitated to choose though eligible to ask,<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">It took me four years to decide,<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">It took me that long to apply,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I waited until I knew exactly why,<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I wanted to be an American citizen,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">It was not enough to do it for the logic,<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I needed my inner peace with reason,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Last year on a hot day in summer,<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">As I was vacationing in the lands of my ancestors,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">When I was able and ready to hear,<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The answer came to me loud and clear,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Liberty of consciousness is alive and well in America, Now!"<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Since then, it has been smooth, beautiful, and easy,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I was granted my US citizenship in the most wonderful ceremony,<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I pledged allegiance to the flag Of the United States of America,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">From the bottom of my heart I meant every word I said,<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I cried tears of joy for the whole time the festivities lasted,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I am thankful to have another choice, I am grateful to the American people,<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">For accepting me and allowing me to be one of them when I was ready,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I now have two citizenships,<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The one I was born with,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">My Moroccan identity which I cherish,<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The one I choose to embrace,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">My American identity which I hold precious,<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">This fourth of July, 2006, has a special meaning,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">It has a unique fragrance and a special taste,<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">This is the first of time ever in my whole life,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I am celebrating the 4th of July, As an American Moroccan Citizen,<br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Full of gratitude I stand with a joyful heart I salute the American flag,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">And I am singing the The Star-Spangled Banner.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">© Copyright 2006 Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved. </span><br /></span></p><p></p>Najat Fares Kesslerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530540078500003974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-1143996969496895482006-04-02T12:55:00.000-04:002008-12-08T18:53:40.329-05:00The Gift of Love<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Z5Q5hqGcLOwuOOipUewQ2ts4RX86np3IO-TtzvbTFFUzHVfKsVst_hvUMbqrQTL5EnldvmB5WrwdIYBNk5X9WVIAlxJaIAQdsb6nlG61yP1k5DlceHA_qMWkqblxNYM01taJ/s1600-h/023_20A.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037984057066912370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Z5Q5hqGcLOwuOOipUewQ2ts4RX86np3IO-TtzvbTFFUzHVfKsVst_hvUMbqrQTL5EnldvmB5WrwdIYBNk5X9WVIAlxJaIAQdsb6nlG61yP1k5DlceHA_qMWkqblxNYM01taJ/s320/023_20A.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></div><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">It is by no means a gift of love to buy into others flaws</span></em></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">© Copyright 2006, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.</p>Najat Fares Kesslerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530540078500003974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-1143995835588138242006-04-02T12:32:00.000-04:002006-04-02T13:00:12.893-04:00What is the Truth?<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4694/409/1600/OpenDimensions.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4694/409/320/OpenDimensions.jpg" width="195" border="0" /></a><br />There is no such thing as The Truth<br /><br />There is only your own unique truth<br /><br />At the beginning it might be frightening<br /><br />But stick with it for it becomes enlightening<br /><br /><br />© Copyright 2006, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.Najat Fares Kesslerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530540078500003974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-1135712747798169632005-12-27T14:22:00.000-05:002006-04-02T12:47:25.360-04:00Merry Christmas & Joyeux Noel<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4694/409/1600/Koutoubia.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4694/409/320/Koutoubia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Nature is bright white<br />The skies pour sparkly crystals<br />The bells ring at the doors<br />The children are excited<br />The trees are decorated<br />Traveling one to another<br />The families are gathering<br />I walk to the town<br />And I watch in owe<br />The excitement in the air<br />The anticipation in the hearts<br />The abundance of the offerings<br />The lush of the displays<br />I contemplate and enjoy<br />Every bit of the celebration<br />Mesmerized in a magical ecstasy<br />I gaze at the angels flying by<br /><br />Merry Christmas & Joyeux Noel<br /><br />© Copyright 2005, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.Najat Fares Kesslerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530540078500003974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-1115053590306779892005-05-02T13:04:00.000-04:002006-03-07T17:58:54.353-05:00To My Beloved Mother By Najat Fares Kessler<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4694/409/1600/Mom-daughter.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4694/409/320/Mom-daughter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Did you choose me? Did I choose you? Or did we both pick each other? <br /><br />Mom…<br />There were times when I thought I did not want you nor did I care,<br />There were times when I thought all I wanted is to get away from you,<br />There were times when you and I were like two enemy fighters on a battle field,<br />There were times when I thought I wanted to be the opposite of you in every way,<br /><br />Today…<br />Whenever I think of a sunny smile, It is you beautiful Mother that comes to mind,<br />Alive and animated in four dimensions, smiling from the bottom of your heart, <br />In all and every actions of yours through all the years that have past and right now, <br />It is you smiling from the core of the core of your soul reaching out to me your beloved<br />With your burning desire to show me and to the universe, the magical wonders of love,<br />A mother’s love that has transcended all illusions of human limitations,<br />A Love that survived trials and trials and trials and trials and trials and trials,<br />You mother: A Warrior with a mission you are, tenacious, perseverant, and courageous, <br />You never let go of your purpose: loving, nourishing, and teaching,<br />Your love: Powerful & burning like a geyser, infinite, magnificent, and ever flowing,<br />You took on agonizing roles to teach me what I needed in order to live my life,<br />You dedicated your life journey to being a generous mother,<br />You gave and gave and gave and gave and you are still abundantly giving<br /><br />Mom…<br />I know now, in the deepest of my heart of heart and soul I never ever,<br />Ceased to profoundly love you, not one year, one month, one day, one hour, <br />Not even one minute, not even one split second did it ever occur,<br /><br />Today…<br />I am so grateful to you mother for all of the most agonizing,<br />Sacrifices that you took on to serve and teach me,<br />I am joyfully singing out loud my love to you,<br />With the same abundance you love me with,<br />Let me dive into your geyser and be burned in it, <br />Let me be burn in your boiling sea of love,<br />Let me be disseminate into your vast ocean, <br />So I shall no longer be separated from you,<br />I am ready to shed my old blind limited self, <br />I am ready to die into your burning love,<br />I am ready to become one with you and all there is!<br /><br />With my deepest Gratitude & Love to you Mother,<br /><br />Yours Forever,<br /><br />najat<br /><br />© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.Najat Fares Kesslerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530540078500003974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-1107472743357351792005-02-03T18:17:00.000-05:002005-02-03T18:19:03.356-05:00Eid El Adha is here!Did you buy your “Kharoufe”1 or is it a “Maaza”2 this year,
<br />Does yours have biggest horns or did you lost to the guys next door,
<br />As of myself, I can’t quiet decide,
<br />In the land of the snow, I have few options
<br />Buying a sheep and slaughtering it in my backyard,
<br />With big knifes and make a huge barbecue,
<br />Will likely get me in trouble with the white and blue cars,
<br />With the fancy spinning colored lights,
<br />That are ridden by the fully armed gals and guys.
<br />If I was ever gutsy enough to do such thing,
<br />My neighbors will probably alert 911, FBI, and alert the
<br />National Security Advisor in the white house, as well,
<br />What to do? I use to enjoy this celebration,
<br />And make it into a competition, with the watch and cleaning,
<br />Chasing the blood of the killed animal, with a garden’s hose and a broom,
<br />And making sure all the intestines are washed,
<br />The animals stomach cleaned and peeled from its first layer of skin
<br />Throw all to boil into a big pan, and then start the delicious mouth watering seasoning
<br />Fabulous tasty olives and all the multicolored spices, Ah! I miss mama’s kitchen!
<br />Of course the day must not end without having taken care of the head with the horns,
<br />It is first barbecued, shopped open, then stripped of all forms of meat,
<br />To prepare the “Rass” Dish it goes, I use to enjoy the tongue!
<br />Happy Eid Al Adha to all of YOU!
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<br />1- Kharoufe = sheep
<br />2- Maaza = goat
<br />Najat Fares Kesslerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530540078500003974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-1104253717114144652004-12-28T12:07:00.000-05:002004-12-28T12:10:13.200-05:00So you want to talk!The gift is valid for healing not talk,
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<br />This is your conscious mind that is playing tricks on you,
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<br />In order to make head way we must be rutheless with the mind,
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<br />It is your thinking that got you where you are at,
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<br />How can you get out of it using the same thinking? You can’t!
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<br />Your heart says this is a chance to break free!
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<br />You mind says let us use it to talk!
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<br />Your heat says we can do this!
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<br />You mind says NO! We don’t have money!
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<br />Let us just grab what is free!
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<br />Your heart says please don’t!
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<br />You mind says we must in order to survive!
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<br />Your heart says enough already it is time to thrive!
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<br />© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.
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<br />Najat Fares Kesslerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530540078500003974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-1104252596857800882004-12-28T11:49:00.000-05:002004-12-28T12:01:18.796-05:00So you are offended!So you are offended!
<br />For your religion you are so afraid
<br />What someone says might crash it
<br />What someone thinks might damage it
<br />What someone does might hurt it
<br />Oh God! You may just get lost
<br /> Wake up! Enough already!
<br />If your faith does not bear questioning
<br />From others hearts you better leave it
<br />Who do you think your are kidding
<br />Only you is the obvious
<br />If you think for a split second
<br />That the lord’s business is a fragile one
<br />Get over yourself!
<br />It is your faith that is fragile
<br />Not the lord nor his laws
<br />So don’t get so worked up
<br />About defending the Gods
<br />It is your heart that is locked
<br />And your Ego that is too fat
<br />So like a weasel you get agitated
<br />Yours is not more than overzealous act
<br />Trying desperately to self convince
<br />That you know when you don’t
<br />All human knowledge pilled up
<br />Is no bigger than what you can hold
<br />Between a thumb and the index
<br />So you think you know!
<br />Please don’t think
<br />It is your thinking that keeps down
<br />It is your thinking that prevents you
<br />Form reaching the heavens, You were given
<br />Let go of the illusions, You shall be in heavens
<br />Neither the lord, nor the angels,
<br />Will ever be at the reach of the doubtful & fearful,
<br />You need not defending God from others,
<br />Your only challenge is defending
<br />The voice of God within you from you!
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<br />© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved.
<br />Najat Fares Kesslerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530540078500003974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-1104252430711607502004-12-28T11:46:00.000-05:002004-12-28T12:01:46.713-05:00StickerWhat if you wake up one day?
<br />In a place where you wants, your goals,
<br />Your desires and your dreams are not legitimate.
<br />A place where they might even be illegal at times.
<br />A place where you are scrutinized, questioned,
<br />Tested and so afraid to say that you come in for a better life.
<br />That you have dreams of a better world.
<br />That you think you might be able to change the world just by coming here.
<br />You thought that you will be welcomed and celebrated.
<br />You thought that you will be free a last.
<br />And you discover the ugly face of reality here and now.
<br />You are an outsider, you are not enough, you struck of bravery is kind of too common. You are one of millions and millions and millions.
<br />You are just another worldwide beggar.
<br />You have an accent. You talk in funny ways.
<br />Another one, of those immigrants.
<br />Some think you are illiterate,
<br />Some think you may be a thief,
<br />Some think you may be a fundamentalist,
<br />Some swear that you are a terrorist.
<br />Poor you! Who have no clue!
<br />You smile, cook your traditional meals and invite them,
<br />Sometimes you shake your heaps to show them some of your ancestor’s moves.
<br />They call you Exotic, Colorful, Ethnic, different, or interesting!
<br />And there you go now, for the first time in your life you got a sticker on your front head.
<br />And you wipe in silence,
<br />You ache in secrecy,
<br />You put on a face,
<br />And you try to not feel how badly it hurts.
<br />You wish someone sees you as a human being
<br />Like them and forget the stickers,
<br />Just for a day, an evening or even an hour.
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<br />© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved. Najat Fares Kesslerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530540078500003974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-1104252361828811982004-12-28T11:43:00.000-05:002004-12-28T12:02:16.376-05:00fear & anxietyHello my fear and anxiety,
<br />You got me at times all wrapped up,
<br />In you network of what might happen,
<br />I am tiered of you don’t you know,
<br />I am exausted with your same old same old,
<br />This feeling of hoplessness,
<br />This feeling of helplessness,
<br />I have a genuine ideas,
<br />But you just won’t let it role,
<br />Will you?
<br />I am sick and tired of you,
<br />Get lost!
<br />Why I am calling you “my” fear,
<br />Why am I calling you “my” anxiety,
<br />You are not mine,
<br />You are my mothers
<br />Who got you from her elders
<br />I am done with you,
<br />Get the hell out of my way,
<br />I am not here to baby sit you
<br />Get out of my chest,
<br />Get out of my life,
<br />I am not here to carry you,
<br />I am here for a greater purpose,
<br />Then sit and just listen to you,
<br />I am here for a bigger mission,
<br />Than just be consumed by you,
<br />You and all those you inhabit
<br />Specially those who given to you,
<br />Get the hell out of my way,
<br />I am so done with you,
<br />Today is the day!
<br />I am taking back control of my life,
<br />I am claiming all of myself
<br />I am kicking you out for good,
<br />I am reclaiming my power,
<br />My birth right of being a life
<br />And not a shadow as you profess,
<br />I am finished with tip toeing around,
<br />To please you, I lost so much,
<br />To be able to breath under your oppression,
<br />I compromised my self, my life, my entire being,
<br />No more! Your ugly headed illusion
<br />Will ran my life!
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<br />© Copyright 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, all rights reserved. Najat Fares Kesslerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530540078500003974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-1104252101019689272004-12-28T11:40:00.000-05:002004-12-28T11:41:41.020-05:00Don’t be offendedPlease don’t be offended,
<br />I am here to shake up the status quo,
<br />I am here to weak you up,
<br />I am here to remind you,
<br />Of the greatness that used to be yours,
<br />The greatness of you ancestors,
<br />That was based on wisdom and restraint,
<br />Restraint from being offended,
<br />Restraint from jumping to conclusion,
<br />Restraint from being defensive,
<br />Those who are small brains and closed up hearts
<br />Don’t have room for the light of glory,
<br />The glory of authenticity and truth,
<br />The glory of the only truth
<br />The glory of that, which does not discriminate,
<br />The glory of love,
<br />Please don’t be offended,
<br />You have valid reasons to think what you think,
<br />Hear me out, don’t be offended,
<br />What I am saying is for you and only for you,
<br />Without you it wouldn’t have come through
<br />I am thankful and grateful to you,
<br />Regardless what you choose to do,
<br />Please don’t be offended,
<br />Love will set you free
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<br />Copyrights 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, All Rights Reserved.Najat Fares Kesslerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07530540078500003974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297696.post-1104251822078595882004-12-28T11:36:00.000-05:002004-12-28T11:37:02.076-05:00To my Beloved Soul FriendThe day I shall soar to the highest dimensions,
<br />I shall rejoice in oneness with you and with all there is,
<br />Even there I shall soar even higher with you and all there is,
<br />For I am the essence of the divine and in this I there is you.
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<br />Copyrights 2004, Najat Fares Kessler, All Rights Reserved.
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