Do not apologize for what you did

In my mother's house, a picture gazes at me, and never stops asking: Are you, O two guests, me? Were I in my twenties, without glasses, and without bags? There was a hole in the wall of the wall enough to teach you the stars' hobby of staring into eternity... [What is eternity? I said to myself] And my guest... Are you me as we were, or which of us disowns his features? Do I remember the hoof of the wild horse on your forehead, or did you wipe the wound with makeup to look handsome in the camera? Are you me? Do I remember your heart pierced with the old flute and the phoenix feather? Or did you change your heart when you changed your path? I said: O you, I am him, you, but I jumped over the wall to see, what would happen if the unseen saw me, respecting the purple hanging gardens... Maybe it will greet me, and say: Return safely... I jumped over this wall to see what is unseen and measure the depth of the abyss. Your longing for the freedom of your body to soar to Mahmoud Darwish will not prevent you from standing at an ethereal spot, where no mirror grants you transparency that allows you to penetrate into the depth of human feelings, which turn things into embodiments you sense and become part of you. In his poetry, Mahmoud Darwish has a delicate sense, in his poetry there is performance, in his poetry there is giving, and in his poetry musical flows, philosophies, and components that make poetry a space where the soul travels, the spirit elevates, and it rejoices to the rhythm of its music and the beauty of its meanings to the depths. I walk as if I am someone else. And my wound is a white English rose. And my hands are like two doves on the cross, flying and carrying the earth. I do not walk, I fly, I become someone else in manifestation. No place and no time. So who am I? I am not myself in the presence of the ascension. But I think: Only, Prophet Muhammad spoke Classical Arabic. And what next? What next? Suddenly, a soldier shouted: Is that you again? Didn’t I kill you? I said: You killed me... and forgot, like you, to die.