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Exercises In Silence

The light of dawn
from the slit of the curtain,
Silence
And the sound of silence.

He opened his eyes. Faint images crossed the sky of his mind, he did not submit to them, took up his body and walked. The old twinge of pain between his right arm and shoulder returns, and as every morning, in his long solitude, he ignored it, and made his way to his narrow kitchen. Steam bubbles from the boiling water. He pour it over the small ginger pieces, melted. Inhaling the fragrance he walked to the corner. As soon as he settled into his daily seat, he closed his eyes. Silence. He swam in an ocean of darkness. Disappeared.
Awakened by a distant tweet, he raised his head and opened his eyes...the tree.

The sleeping tree, so green in her loneliness
Home of the little birds
Little ones... tweets
Daylight comes and goes
Night comes, She falls asleep in the mist.
Dancing with the wind
Naked in the winter
And then, she puts on her leaves
Fluttering, laughing
Alone in solitude
Greets the years and say farewell,
the sleeping tree
Standing tall in silence.

Every day, as he comes back from his unconsciousness, he feels his body. Nothing has changed. He leaves without leaving. He goes and comes back in the same place. Yesterday, in a daydream, he visited his childhood room. He watched himself on the ground, on his knees in front of the sketchbook. Excited with a new color box, he was free to draw whatever he wished. Now he's back, he wants nothing from the world but stillness, peace with the place, or free with his daydreaming trips.
For that, it is necessary to stay within.
Silence must be exercised.

Alone
As a shadow of a dream in a desert
The only one who sees himself
No more noise from the city
Yet he did not leave it,
Lost in the fog of his mind
No houses, no streets
No friends, no chattering
Nothing
Alone in the silence of the room
the voice of self
Echoes back
A narrow world.

The air infiltrates his lungs, and goes back up. very hot. He watched his chest rise, stopping at the maximum inhale, before falling into the cavity of his rib cage. Waves of sensations from the nerves in his neck seep into his back, and then to his arms. Unknown feelings run under his skin, ending with a pulse that he touches on the tips of the fingers. The waves travel in successive vibrations down the legs. Cooler. Hot. Numbness in the feet. Then stillness. More stillness. Yes like this. A moment in which the self is manifested. Transparent. Fades.
Suddenly, a loud wave rushes towards his head. He sees the mirror.

A face in the mirror
His face?
Someone is staring
to his face.
Who's there with him
Abides in the silence
In the dark emptiness of his soul.
There is light
A sigh,
let out a long groan,
Calm down
Sleep.

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Remains of the Night

Summer's Fog
Morning is not here yet
I cannot see
The sleeping town in front of me.
A refreshing air comes from the west
Palm trees stand in the fog
While contemplating
On what is left of the night
I hear sounds of birds.
 
Bare feet
And the house's roof is cold
A little bird
Comes flying and lands
On the long palm's frond.
It gazes toward me
I feel it is asking
What happened?
Why didn't you sleep last night?

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Image of Words

Northern light envelops the sea

You are not here

You are just an image

Formed by words

On the body of the sea.

 
I swear

It was yesterday 

Two shadows were playing in the shallow shore,

I swear

The waves took off our clothes

To submerge our bodies.

 
In the winter

our dreams collide

Blue, dark are our thoughts

Our words are waves

Rise and die in the sea.

 
You lie down by my side

Like the earth.

The sun shines red over your desert

Your hair flies

Music of the air.

 
Sweet is the water

The sand is warm 

Your lips are the foam 

And the fountain of the waves.

 
You are not here

You are only an image of words

The sea, too, is only an image of the sea.

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In a Train Station

In a Train Station

Quickly we had our breakfasts
Then we both gazed
At the station clock
The morning train is late
Everything is wet
At night, the rain poured heavy
I listened to it
Hitting the bricks on the roof.
 
So tasty is this coffee, you said
The smell of bread, the flame of the oven
And the two bags
You didn’t wear your trenchcoat, I asked
You didn’t reply
You doubted
Whether we could reach the airport before noon
The plane won’t wait for us, you said
What if the train never arrives
We have no time
The hands of the clock are not moving
And those waiting before us
Took their bags and disappeared
What are we waiting for?
 
I was lost in the cumulus clouds
Over the chimneys of country houses
Yet, the village was still sleeping
The station guard switched off the lights
And left, humming a song

Tell me
When will we leave too?
No one is here
Even you
You are not here
The rain has dried up
Your dreams became pale
And very far is the airport.

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The Kite

A little hand
A thread
The kite thread
The Shemal Wind
Piled clouds over the coast
Where you were running
The thread in your hand
You breathe in the joy of flying
Your heart hops
Feeling light in your play
The thread extends toward the sky
In your hand
The kite
Climbing into a cloud
You are enveloped in droplets
No one is there
You and the wind
Running
Your spirit ascends in a cloud
Lighter than a feather
Over the palm tops
Over the boats
Returning from the fishing trip
Over the little houses
free
Flying with the wind 
Then, returning to land
Wrapping the thread
Over your arm
And you walk, hopping in joy
Towards the house.

Best Poems Written by Khalid Albudoor

Words

By the Holy Fire

This Shore

Soon

Just Come

Exercises In Silence

Remains of the Night

Image of Words

In a Train Station

The Kite