A library, a ¦¦¦¦¦¦ spot, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Where treasures ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ patiently await,
Forgotten times whispered ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
And hidden gems unveiled at last.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
In this haven ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ we're free to dare.
Optimism fills the air ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Wisdom the library does provide.
(Blackout of Knowledge to Share by Catherine Pulsifer)
Author's Note
In February 1258, the Mongol army led by Hulagu Khan sacked Baghdad, the capital of the Abbasid Caliphate. It marked the end of the Islamic Golden Age. Libraries like the House of Wisdom were destroyed, and countless books were thrown into the Tigris River until the water ran black with ink and red with blood. Scholars, artists, and civilians were killed. The destruction ended centuries of science, medicine, and philosophy, and showed what happens when cruelty replaces knowledge and forgiveness.
When Baghdad Wept-CM
Cruel hooves marched, and cities bled,
Cold steel struck, and scholars fled.
Wisdom burned while rivers ran,
Words turned ash in Tigris span.
Mercy slept while towers fell,
Golden age was lost to hell.
Yet kindness waits in hearts to rise,
Forgiveness blooms in humankind eyes.
It's neither sympathy
Nor cultural
Neither pure, nor impure
But purely natural.
Yes the blood is real
And it's not to be ashamed of
Yes there's pain and cramps
But it cannot make your work stop!
Yes there are pads and cups
And many electric tools
Yes they are pretty normal
Untill 'n unless you belong to the fools.
Yes there are pills
And they're pretty deadly too!
Just to hide for the sake of tradition
Foolishness become a part of you!
Kitchen can't be restricted,
Temples don't go unholy.
Black bags bring in shame for real,
And give her mind a melancholy.
No it ain't a mockery arsenal,
Not something to make joke of,
We mustn't turn it into slur,
Cuz it's neither pejorative, nor scoff!
Friends should know about it,
Brothers should be taught.
Fathers must not command to hide,
Cuz it's something to be open about!
Bayt al-Hikma
Ancient pages breathe.
Books outlive every throne.
Ink crossed rivers.
The library vanished.
Knowledge shapes tomorrow.
Its wisdom still walks with us.
COMPLEMENTARY KNOWLEDGE
articulating
literary
approaches
setting
a
quest
to
reveal
identification
deriving
continuation
devising
celebrating
awareness
of
absolute
truthful
simple
euphonious
allegorical
coherence
May we be blessed to understand
The difference between knowledge and wisdom….
Here’s one easy way to portray it:
Knowledge is knowing what to say…
Wisdom…knowing when to say it.
Knowledge is all about receiving
Wisdom is more about giving
because Knowledge comes from learning
while wisdom comes from living
May we be blessed to understand
The difference between knowledge and wisdom….
Here’s one easy way to portray it:
Knowledge is knowing what to say…
Wisdom…knowing when to say it.
Knowledge is all about receiving
Wisdom is more about giving
because Knowledge comes from learning
while wisdom comes from living
Hold back with knowledge, life plays rough
So your incentive attitude
Won’t stand a chance against the stuff
That means to sound crude
Stay calm, benevolent and easy
As humble as you can
And soon you notice no one sees you
Cause you are one of them
How does it feel, to be well stored
In some collective fate?
Are you quite sure in support
Or do you hesitate ?
Are you surprised to fathom that
Nobody gives a damn
About you, what you intend
To be, apart of lamb,
The little lamb, who lost his mom
And cannot see his dad
In restless search he cries for them
The truth he wouldn’t stand.
A silent grace sits on the silvered hair,
Lengthening the seasons to drawn out days,
Not only breath glitters in life’s deep stare,
But also treading through the world’s cold maze.
The tender spring blooms will soon surely fade,
And summer heat will in a while cool down,
But wisdom mustered in the serene shade
Will proliferate the world`s knowledge crown.
True longevity resides not in breath,
But in wise words that we share as a sage,
An age-long heritage that defeats death,
A shining spirit stretching beyond age.
Years are but the reflection of our pace,
While legacy lasts across time and space.
I know
Who I am
And I follow
Absolutely no one
Leave me alone
Listen to the bells ringing
Announcing a new season
It is the hour of orison
The hour to meditate and to think
The hour to act and to examine
Truth is everywhere
And love, surrounded by fools
Makes itself felt
It is not worth the trouble to lie
History has recorded everything
Events, incidents and accidents
One must never ignore time
Which waits patiently
Standing right in line
To drown you in the dark
At the bottom of the funnel.
You ignore my words and my sayings
But when your turn comes to play your part
You will know how to gnash your teeth
You will see that I am not pedantic
But rather truthful and clairvoyant
One does not trifle with time
I am
Who I am
And you are
Obviously who you are
Leave me alone
Live, enjoy, and delight in
Your beautiful life
Amidst good friends
And right companions.
P.S. Translation of “Je Sais, Je Sais’ by Hébert Logerie
Copyright © May 2026 Hébert Logerie. All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
I am grateful for understanding the significance of knowledge
why it was created…
and how it is meant to be…
Gaining knowledge is the first step toward wisdom…
and sharing it…
the first step toward humanity.
Line of Enquiry:
“as both this form and boundless space
cravings of ego negated
awake, vibrant yet nonchalant
bliss drenched heart remains elated” Unseeking Seeker
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Where emptiness dwells, sacred space unfolds,
To make room for fullness in purest guise;
Melting ego and untruths left untold
Yield to real truths laid bare to the eyes.
No need to hurry, no wild race to win,
With self-esteem denied, one respires free,
Profound peace sets in and true joys begin,
Our heart drenched in bliss, rests thrilled like a bee.
The inner stillness secured, can make room
For true knowledge, beyond all worldly gains,
As emptiest cups can hold purest bloom,
Washing the self, free from all worldly stains.
The vast emptiness, where our being lies,
Lets the hallowed calm in that space to fly.
Two months have elapsed
since I met Kapur my new friend
At a first nation men's group gathering
which we both attend
Kapur an unusual name took a while but now easily recalled
A big gentle man at first seemed rather shy
Not much to offer, my first impression, misguided, I'm now appalled
Together Kapur another friend and I
helped a couple resurrect some garden beds
Amazed at Kepur's knowledge
much transferred and now stored inside my head
His broad knowledge of family
His broad knowledge of lore
His broad knowledge of language
more time to spend together I desire to learn more
Today a very brief conversation
his intended weekend activities revealed
Two events to play piano in a reggae ensemble
much pleasure to be enjoyed from the talent he will yield
Kapur I am blessed you've become my new friend
We'll continue to meet at the men's group we attend
You
Want
Be
In
Heaven
Because
Of
The
Color
Of
Your
Skin
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Space goes on as far as one can see,
dotted with diamond stars and planets.
Space exploration have been going on,
for over the last fifty years.
Earthlings have been trying to find,
life, little green men, knowledge in the cosmos.
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It is now time for the universe to hear,
hear about our story here on Earth.
Earth is a planet that is not perfect,
yet a great place to live.
Many wonderful climates to choose from,
with deep blue water to sail or swim in.
A land with tall reaching mountains,
to the vast deserts of hot sand.
Our amazing food is different in each country,
sample many to find the ones you like best.
Then wash it down with one of our many drinks,
from coffee to tea to beer to fresh juice or milk.
Now that your tummy is full,
find a shady beach spot for a nap.
If you decide to go back home,
go in peace from earth to your planet.
Here is to September 5, 2027,
the 50th anniversary of the Golden Record launch.
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