Wajdi, the son of ecstasy – K. B

Wajdi, the son of ecstasy

 
He was born
In a village ;

The stars were
High ;

His mother
Smiled
All through
The pregnancy;

At the age
Of five
He could
Run
And read;

It seemed
Like he had
A halo
Around him;

He would
Smile
To everyone,
Without
Distinction;

And despite
The constant
Sound
Of his father’s
Bakery,

He would
Meditate
In his room
All afternoon.

At night,
He would
Silently
Slide
Through
The window
To reach
For his favorite
Location,

Given that no
Animal already
Took it.

He would
Spend
Hours
Back
To trunk
Against
A tree,

Letting
The light
Out of his
Eyes

To reach
For the
Moon
Who would
Answer
In return.
Wajdi
Was
The son
Of ecstasy;

He would
Slowly
Reach
States
Of altered
Consciousness

Without
Any substance ;

In other
Words,

When
The boisterous
World
Ceased to be
At night

He would
Enter
In sacred

Communion
With all
Elements
Of Nature.

He had no
Job,
Only tears
To console
His renegade
Intellect
That couldn’t
Fit anywhere,

Except in his temple,
Far from mankind;
Their wars and naggings;
Their foul talk and gestures;
But he never hated anyone;
Simply, his mind was always
Somewhere else.

And that was the greatest
Of his gifts.

 

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