Only thou know what gifts offer…

I am my own master,And so do ye of thine life, Aye, we are our own masters,But the acknowledge must be knowledge, For without them how do you stand upFor thyself in a heaven way? Only thou know what gifts offer ye of thine goodness. © Ismael Mansoor

Help yourself

How can your soul inspire you if you don’t,Listen? How will you improve your life if, well,Do you keep distracting for all the time? WhoYou think you are to yourself if you think,You know your whole life yet your self-esteem,Are not getting any better? If yourMoods are often not like heaven nor Like the sweet

The Deeds Of Humanity

You’re a human now both before and after,Trillions of stars watch how you unfold each step –They always watch you even from birth.I hope you’re hungry for peace, for kindness. © Ismael Mansoor

I can go on and on…

I can understand why you are hearing, but I can’t understand why you left the Meditation World, thinking the Noise World was for you, and then later, you came back. I can understand why you are you, but I can’t understand why you left your world, thinking someone’s world was for you, and then later,

Maybe the time is different from all the timeframe

Some people said that Jesus Christ, peace be upon him, is coming soon. Perhaps, our time is so different to his time, as the time of butterflies, the time of cats and dogs, the time of elephants, and the time of tortoises are so different to our time. Like, for cats and dogs in one

Pray is thine soul’s magic

May all the safety be with me.Why you sound like a prayer.May the Lord be with my side.Are you praying to yourself?I pray to the Lord.Why are you looking up to the sky?The Lord is up there.But you are praying to yourself.I am praying to the Lord.But still, you are praying to yourself.What do you

Easy to let messages out, isn’t it?

It is easy for gossipers to gossip,But why are gossipers difficult to quieten,When they have nothing to say of good things?Perhaps, it is their way of thinking that no gossip,Would be boredom,Or perhaps, it is their mind that cannot be stoppedQuieting or calm down by their out-of-the-expression. © Ismael Mansoor

Hard To Say But…

“Good grief” said the delay. “How well are you holding up?”“Well,” said the struggling mind, “Hard to say but like a whirlpool,”“That too many words mixed goes in, well, they are not tidying properly, well, yup,”And the delay said, “But how well are your whirlpools not pool well-pool?”“Well, good grief,” sighed the struggling mind, “But

Have faith for what’s around

Be a rainbow, to thy inner world,And be rain to thine soil,And also be rain to thine sky,Help the cloud to rain to thine soil. If they judge ye, let them be, for you judge them too,But if ye ask the advice, it will tell thee, judge not,For the coming is the Holy Creator,So have

Give it time

O, thee just out of thine wraps,Out of thine darkness,But if thou doth not know-how,Think of the Light, for it was out of the darkness,Aye, ye, heard or seen, so be patient,For the time will give ye what is in the glorious appreciation. ©️ Ismael Mansoor