Sinking with Secrets

If you saw yourself just once,

The secret of secrets

Would open to you.

The face of the unknown,

Hidden beyond the universewould appear on the

Mirror of your perception.

Written by Rumi

( Jalaluddin Rumi (1207-1273) has been called ',the greatest mystical poet of any age." As a young boy he showed all the signs of saintliness and his father called him Maulana, "Our Master." By age twenty-four he was an acknowledged Master of Arabic grammar, Islamic law, Koranic commentary, astronomy)

SECRETS

"Rumi speaks of the Open Secret. He says that each one of us is trying to hide a secret-not a big, bad secret, but a more subtle and pervasive one."

Source http://www.feminist.com/resources/artspeech/insp/opensecret.html

"There are different types of secrets, some that promote pleasurable anticipation and others that create uneasiness and tension. It is this second kind of secret that we are concerned with here. These involve things that the holder of the secret dreads others learning about because they deal with real or perceived unpleasant or disturbing matters. These are secrets whose very existence is often even a secret. Such secrets are unhealthy, burdensome, and a product of shame or guilt."

Th above is qouted from http://www.gettingunstuck.com/Film/Topic_Page/Secrets.htm

"Ocean of Secrets"

Do we dare to explore
What goes beyond that shore
To risk and take the chance
How far we'll advance
In reaching deep inside
To the mysteries that reside
Within your lonely heart
And the battles taken part
The struggles between right and wrong
The endless attempts to stay strong
Will we ever be able to reach out?
And get to know without a doubt
To reveal the secrets that you hold
The tales that never been told
Or we're gonna drown in your ocean
And get lost between chaos and confusion
Like those before who went astray
Trying to find your secret hideaway

By Hopeless Poet

Sinking in Secret

This guilt is clawing into me
I declared defeat, sinking to my death
Yet my soul is not left to die in peace
At this final moment, I have no tool to speak
This secret is a heavy agony to die with
A life time of waiting to submit the truth
The secret, shall I keep or release?
On the edge to cease without return
Two vowed to keep a secret
Though I was about to reveal,
But the secret is not only mine
So let me sink without breaking my oath of silence

2005, nasra al adawi