WHAT DADDY WOULD HAVE DONEFirst he would have listened intently which one could always tell by the rhythmic shift and angle of the way he held his head.Then he would have gently spoken assuring me that all would eventually be well.Next he would tell me to bow with him in faith to obtain guidance and strength for my way.Finally, he would have made a few calls to some of the many folks he knew to see what they would say or do.In the end, he would complete a follow-up with me. He would stay abreast of the situation and through his participation I would glean the most useful updates. But, just a few years ago, he had to go awayNow each time I have a problem, I remember how he handled things ‘back in the day’. This is when the realization hits me like a ton of bricks on the run—for I’m plumb on my own.But, though he’s now long gone, my past experience knows and stands to say what my Daddy would have done.I tell you, Daddy would have said… Daddy would have done…Well, now I think we all know what Daddy would have said and done…

I have met so many heartbroken men. It's a catastrophe. Women are easily overcome by the process that happens when a boy falls in love and becomes a man. Men's hearts are so often broken. Still, you have to leave your broken heart in a place where- when the woman who knows how to see what a gift is, sees it- your broken heart can be picked up again. I think that it takes a very strong woman (inner strength) to be able to handle a man falling in love with her, without morphing into a monster (the process is a very potent process, it can poison a woman, really). A woman thinks she wants a man to fall in love with her for all the perks that come with it; but when a real love really does happen, when a real man shows his manhood; it's often too powerful a thing to endure without being poisoned. Hence, all the heartbroken men. But, I do believe that there are strong women in the world today. A few. But there are. You could say, that the mark of a real woman, is a woman who can handle a man- a man falling in love with her. A woman who can recognize that, and keep it with her.

The masses live their lives as defined by terms given by society. For example: this is what it means to be married, this is what it means to be in a relationship, this is what it means to be dating, this is what it means to have a mutual understanding, sighs, this is what it means to be serious, this is what it means to be casual, this is what it means to be complicated, this is what it means to be Facebook official. These are all terms given by society. These are all invisible (and not so invisible) lines, drawn by society. These are are not God-lines. These are not borders created by highly enlightened individuals. These are not terms defined by you during moments of highly elevated consciousness. No. These are only shits. A pure soul, completely whole and void of constriction, will look out into the world with untainted eyes and say: "Where is the one whom my soul recognizes?" And you look for the one whom your soul is sired to, whom your soul recognizes, whom your soul loves. There are no laws, there are no lines, there are no borders. There is no shit. You are committed to the call of your soul, to the power that calls you beyond all the cloaks and the traps and the smallness created by small hands.

I believe that the most important thing for a couple of any sort, to realize in their relationship with each other (and please allow me to share this with you), is that neither are a limited source. You see, the idea of the soul is that it is eternal and that it continually receives from an Eternal Source. So the idea in any relationship is never really what you can get from it; but the idea is what you can give to the other, what you can put into it. Withdrawing from eternity— and depositing into the physical realm. Of course, as you both give, you are also both receiving from one another, thus a beautiful relationship is formed and maintained. It's that certain flow that needs to be encouraged and allowed. I say "allowed" because it's natural, however, it's usually not "allowed" because our human faculties are taught and bombarded by stupid ideas in magazines that relationships are all about what one can get from it; it's never about giving! So in a nutshell, the idea is to give because you know that you are receiving from an Everlasting Source, but to also remain graceful and eager enough to also receive gratefully from the other. And this is how eternal relationships are born. We are all conduits of eternity and we happen to meet another conduit whom we feel we belong with, then we share what we receive from eternity and receive what the other has to share.

أحتاج إلى شريكة أسكن إليها واثقا من تعاطفها معي، أصدقها عندما ترى أني أخطأت، تزيدني قوة عندما تقول إني على حق ، شريكة أحبها و تحبني بدورها، لكني لا أرى فيما حولي سكنا و لا حبا، إنه نوع من تبادل المصالح بترخيص من الدين والمجتمع، و هذا ما لا أرضاه لنفسي

You scare me, Ryan Daley. Even more than those demons outside that scream for my death. How is it that I want what you want? I’ve spent an eternity feeling powerless. Love did that to me — robbed me of all control. I never expected to feel this way again. I don’t want to feel.’‘Neither did I,’ Ryan rasps, ‘because feeling anything at all was dangerous. If I let myself feel, then maybe I’d have to believe what everyone was saying — that Lauren was dead. But from the moment I laid eyes on “Carmen, you kept getting under my skin. At first, all you did was irritate the hell out of me, bailing me up that way outside my house, inviting yourself along for the ride when all I wanted was to be left alone. But that irritation turned into curiosity, which turned into something else, becoming this chain of, of … feeling that brought me here. I dropped everything for you. I veered left. And I’d do it again in a second. That’s what “feeling” does. It tells you you’re alive, it gives things … I don’t know, proper meaning. You’re still trying to maintain some veneer of independence? Toughness? Do words like that even apply to you? But I see through it, Mercy. I see through you. You’re not that different from me after all, under your armour. Crumbs, Mercy, that’s all I’m after. Just crumbs. It’s not a lot to ask for.

ينفطر قلبى لبكائك"واشتاقت روحى للقائكونزعت الاشواك من جسدى املا فى لقاءك الابدىفوجهى سيلقاك مبتسماوسأنجو بك من العثرةولن تعود دموعى منكسرةفلم ادشن عن حملة فى ربيع حبى وهواكىفعزمت الان ان ارسمبدموعك كل لوحاتىواخشى ان تشتاق لفراقىوتتنازل ان تسكن فى ذاتى"فباى قلب ستلقانى

Most women go through life looking for love, and looking for someone to treat them like a queen. For some women finding real love seems to be something that will never happen. I believe that finding love is not as hard as people make it seem. The reason that some women can't find real love is because they look for more than just real love. A lot of women know what they need in a relationship, and thats for a man to love that woman with all of his heart, and to treat her real good. Most women have guys in their life or guys that try to get with them that could really love them and treat them real good. Those are usually the guys that get forced into that friend zone or rejected upfront. See those guys could give them what they need, but not what they want. “Wants” can be anything from a woman wanting a man to have certain materialistic things, or she could want him to look a certain way, those are a few examples of the things that some of them want, but they vary depending on the female. What some females don't understand is that none of the things that they want has anything with love or how that person will treat you. You could find a man that looks perfect, has a house and car, he can be a college graduate with a good job, and you could still end up being with a person that doesn't truly love you, and will treat you like shit. What I am trying to say is that the person who could treat you good and really love you could already be in your life, but you could have been blinded by the things you want in a man so you overlooked the person that you were really looking for. And by the way there are men that do the same thing; I just wanted to be clear on that.

إشتكتُ بشوكة من وردىِوطرحتُ الزهرة على خدىورششتُ الماء فى الارضفنبتت اشواكِ بلا ورقىوخذتنى نحلة فى وريدىوسقطتَ على الارض تنادينىعسلُك فى دمى يحيينىفما زلتُ أحيا بجنينىلسعتنى النارُفى وجهىفشرعتُ لطبيبى أجرىفابتسم وقام بتطبيبىوأزرف القبلة بجبينىألا ياوردة قد سقطت ع الأرض من وهل الصدمةالن تنمو فى يوماً بغير شوكٍا أو شوكةفيا عسل قد أسرى فى شرايينى وشريانىألا بد من القرصة لتموت النحلة وتحيينىويانار قد ضاءت بشاشة وجهى بنوركليت لهيبك لا يحرق ويشعل قلبى بسكونكعسى الماء يروينى بعدما جفت أوردتىعسى أن يملئ عسلى شرايين حبيب شرايينى