Close your eyes,
And look through the eyes of your heart,
For they see only beauty!

Close your ears,
And listen through the ears of your heart,
For they clearly hear the echo of humanity!

Rest your tongue,
And listen to the tongue of your heart's murmur,
For it speaks only truth!

Rest your hands,
And open widely the hands of your heart,
For they are more gentle than the dew of spring morning!

Hussein Dekmak

You are alive!
When you walk through a storm of hardship.
When you sail through a sea of tears, pain, and sorrow.
When you hold on tightly to your dreams and aspirations!

You are alive!
When your ears hear the cry of the suffering.
When your eyes shed tears for their pain.
When your hands reach out to heal their wounds!

You are alive!
When your thoughts are complete with love.
When you see and appreciate the beauty within every race.
When you breach the barrier of time and  your soul blooms like a flower!

You are alive!
When your deeds shine with  kindness.
When your soul greets the dawn with hope.
When you improve yourself with each step, breath, and heartbeat!

Hussein Dekmak

Be the wind of positive change!
Be the lightning that strikes fear into evil!
Be the thunder that triumphs against oppression!

Be the star that guides the lost souls home!
Be the spring breeze that refreshes suffering hearts!
Be the sacred rain that washes away tears of suffering souls!

Be the sun that shines with selfless love!
Be the bird that sings with joy to an open heart!
Be the fragrance of a flower that emanates happiness as its reward!

Be the moon that reflects light onto a darkened path!
Be the dawn that unfolds the gifts of blessings and smiles!
Be the candle that burns in honor of a kind soul mourned by a loved one!

"You are not fresh", suggested my flesh.
Yet, every gem of my body tells me that I am fresh,
And all the snowflake's songs whisper in my ear that I am fresh!

“You are not fresh", asserted my intellect.
Yet, my deeds have the fragrance of  flowers,
And my thoughts are painted with the color of spring!

“You are not fresh”, sighed my heart.
Yet, my days keep blossoming with joy and happiness,
And my imagination is colored with boyish dreams!

“You are not fresh” whispered my conscience.
Yet, youth is not measured by age, but by the number of smiles
 You draw on people's faces, and the lives you touch!

“You are not fresh” insisted my ego.
Yet, the moon has become more elegant with brightness after long age,
And the sun has revealed more beauty after shining for millions of years!

Hussein Dekmak

Sailing into her sweet smile, I wiped her two tears, embraced her longing, and watered her with one thousand unborn smiles!

Hussein Dekmak

From my wounds,
I heard the rooster crow, the awakening of a new dawn,
And my Angel whisper not to “go to sleep with the dead corpses”.

From my wounds,
I lit one thousand candles, and added to them a dose
Of my grandma’s prayer for one thousand 'pay it forward' pledges.

From my wounds,
I made a flute to play the songs of the suffering souls, and built
For my mother an eternal castle made of my love, tears, and longing.

From my wounds,
I created my poetry kingdom, full of inspiration,
And intoxicated my veins with the wine of humanity.

From my wounds,
I became drunk with the infinite beauty of nature, and painted
my dreams with the moon's light that has touched beautiful hearts!

From my wounds
I gazed at your face glowing with light, I felt your
Gentle touch and your sweet kiss in the soft breeze!

Hussein Dekmak

It does not matter.
If you inflict a wound in my heart, I will make my wound blossom with a Thousand songs of love, and a garden of tulip flowers!

It does not matter.
If you crucify me on the cross of origin or religion,
I will turn my cross to become a shrine for freedom lovers!

It does not matter.
If you declare 'Punish Hussein Day', I will replace your day
Of punishment with feast, festivity, and celebration of life!

It does not matter,
If you insult me or call me every name in the book,
I will transform your harm to a prayer and regard
You as my equal in humanity!


Hussein Dekmak