Out Seeing The Field~

Briskly, rising to the sky

Cold, clouds rushing past

Flying, hopes to never land

Light. Stretching out my hand

Out seeing the fields

What is a dream and

can you tell me what is real?

Everyone else is home in bed

and I’m out here lost in my own head

out seeing the fields

I only feel close to you when I’m under open sky

I only feel guided when I’m free to question why

Only when I smell the earth upon my face

will I ever be free to fly from this place

Out seeing the fields

Leaving the place I thought was home before

Picking up my shoes and I’m flying out the door

Can’t seem to walk to go back there anymore

So I’m out seeing the fields

The People of the Boxes by Dawud Wharnsby Ali

There were once some people

Who all saw their lives like empty boxes

They looked around the world

Collecting up the things they liked.

They filled their lives and boxes

With the goodies that they gathered

And they all felt in control

Content and they all felt alright.

They climbed inside their boxes

They settled with their trinkets.

They neither looked nor learned much more

And closed their lids up tight.

Once they fastened up their boxes

They smiled there inside

And they all thought in their darkness

That the world was clear and bright.

But the world is not a box

There's no lid no doors

No cardboard flaps or locks

And everything in nature

From the clouds to the rocks

Is a piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man

It's a piece of the peace of Islam.

Along came a wandering wiseman

Whispering such words of truth

He stumbled on these boxes

So separate side by side

He knocked upon the first one saying

Please come out and feel the day

An answer came from deep within

You're not of us please go away

He approached the second box

And tapped twice on the lid saying

Peace to you inside

Shall I show you a new way

Someone peaked out from a crack and said

You may just have a point

But it's so comfy in my box

In my box here I will stay

But the world is not a box

There is no lid, no doors

No cardboard flaps of locks

And everything in nature

From the clouds to the rocks

Is the piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man

Is the piece of the peace of Islam

He stood before the final box

A hiding face peaked out to him

And much to his surprise

He said I recognise those eyes

I see you and you see me

Why not come out and be free

Faith and flowers wilt and die

If they are hidden from the sky.

Cause the world is not a box

There is no lid, no doors

No cardboard flaps of locks

And everything in nature

From the clouds to the rocks

Is the piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man

Is the piece of the peace of Islam

Now the centuries lie between

All the prophets and you and I

Civilisations are born and die

Each and everyday

We see good and bad and happy, sad

And mad mistakes we wish we hadn't made

In our attempt to try and live up to their ways

But if we hide ourselves away

Afraid to grow and learn

We might wake up in the flames

Of the ignorance that burns

And we'll never be much more

Than only casualties of war

In a struggle we can't win

If we have no faith to begin

We've got to tip the lid

And let some sunlight in

Cause the world is not a box

There is no lid, no doors

No cardboard flaps of locks

And everything in nature

From the clouds to the rocks

Is the piece of the puzzle of the purpose of man

Is the piece of the peace of Islam

Teach Yourself To Think~

Teach Yourself To Think

Why?

I breathe. I walk. I talk. I think.

I do not have to think about these things, so why should I think about thinking?

Thinking is natural. You pick it up as you go along. Intelligent people can think without having to learn to think. Other people cannot think no matter what they do. What is wrong with that view?

Because...

Because thinking is the most fundamental human skill.

Because your skill in thinking will determine your happiness and your success in life.

Because you need thinking to make plans, take initiatives, solve problems, open up opportunities and design your way forward.

Because without the ability to think you are like a cork floating on a stream with no control over its destiny.

Because thinking is fun and enjoyable-if you learn how to make it so.

Because thinking and intelligence are quite separate. Intelligent is like the horsepower of a car. Thinking is like the skill of the car driver. Many highly intelligent people are poor thinkers and get caught in the 'intelligence trap'. Many less intelligent people have developed a high degree of skill in thinking.

Because thinking is a skill that can be learned, practised and developed. But you have to want to develop that skill. You need to learn how to ride a bicycle or drive a car.

Because traditional education at school and university only teach one aspect of thinking.

What about feelings and values?

You may believe that feelings and values are most important things in life.

You are right.

That is why thinking is so very important.

The purpose of thinking is to deliver to you the values you seek just as the purpose of a bicycle is to get you want to go. a bicycle uses less energy, gets you there faster and allows you to enjoy your values more effectively.

You are locked in a room. You desperately want to get out. You want freedom. Your feelings are very strong. Which is the more useful, this very strong feeling or a key to the lock?

Feelings without the means to carry them out are not much good. At the same time, the key without the desire to leave the room is also not much good.

We need values, feelings amd thinking.

Feeling is no substitute for thinking.

Thinking without values is aimless.

Values and feelings are equally important but insufficient without thinking.

-Retrieved from the book 'Teach Yourself To Think'  by Edward De Bono-

Although this week I'm quite busy with my final semester exams, I managed to sneak out some time to read a book written by Edward De Bono, 'Teach Yourself To Think'. The foreword description was interesting and surprisingly, it answer some of my unanswered question about thinking. I always wonder, do people actually think in everyday life? Or people just think in certain situations? Do 'feelings' and 'values' can be included in the thinking processes while brainstorming? Those questions finally answered by this one piece of book. (^_^)

Simfoni Musim Luruh~

saat dedaunan kering,

gugur,

dan,

bertebaran.

simfoni itu,

serasi dengan hati,

sunyi,

sayu,

syahdu.

dedaunan itu,

berterbangan lagi,

bebas,

di bawa angin.

lalu aku...

pejamkan mata,

depakan tangan,

menarik perlahan nafasku,

menghayati,

bisikan dan sapaan angin,

 yang memeluk tubuh.

di saat ini juga,

hanya Dia yang mendengar,

jeritan hatiku,

yang kujerit sekuatnya,

sekuat-kuatnya,

semahu-mahunya,

di dalam hati yang kecil ini,

biar seisi alam tidak mendengarnya,

kerana jeritan ini,

jeritan yang menggegar jiwa,

menggugurkan air mata... 

"Ya Allah peluk hatiku!"

"Peluk hatiku Ya Allah!"

"Berikan sedikit kekuatan!"

"Bawa aku pulang kepadaMU!"

"Kerana aku mahu dekat denganMu!"

"Kerana dunia ini menyakitiku!"

"Aku mahu menjadi seorang yang redha!"

"Dan di redhaiMu...kekasihku!"

simfoni itu,

indah...

terlalu indah...

mataku masih kupejam rapat,

mutiara hangat itu masih setia mengalir dipipiku,

di saat ini,

aku tersenyum,

dan,

kurelakan,

ku katakan pada diri,

biarlah,

biarlah semuanya,

berlalu dengan masa,

kerana aku yakin,

ini hadiah terbaik,

dariMu untukku...

Over The Rainbow~

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high

There's a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue

And the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true

Someday I'll wish upon a star

And wake up where the clouds are far behind me

Where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops

That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly

Birds fly over the rainbow, why,then oh why can't I?

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly

Birds fly over the rainbow, why,then oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow

Why, oh why can't I?

 Judy Garland - Over The Rainbow Lyrics