Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Photography is Poetic Experience

"I'm not responsible for my photographs. Photography is not documentary, but intuition, a poetic experience. It's drowning yourself, dissolving ..."
Henri Cartier-Bresson

And have you allowed yourself to be dissolved so slowly, so gently into creativity of Lorena's Poetic Photography?

Here is your chance to read more about her

LIP : ~Lorena in Every Passing Moment ~

I’m sure you know by now how I can not help myself to be inspired and the photo shot below taken by Lorena stirred a bit of poetry in me. Thank you Lorena for this poetic photo

Falling in the arms
of Venice

Loosing the senses
of who I am

Nor I’m chained
in the hands of time

Bewitched with
the city of romance

My feet do not tire walking

Fully submitted
to be lost
in the alleyways
of Venice

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Secret Gift

Oh God
Spare us the pain
Upon the burning heat
Blow a bit of breeze of heaven
To sooth our weary hearts
The test that had befell on us
Seems so much
Falling, in time we are improvised
Yet it’s a gift of endurance
We were unaware of it
A secret gift from above
You implanted it within our soul
To take us through
In all the tearful phases

Copyright 2005 nasra al adawi

I got this e-mail from Silly Adveture, I think it was three days before his surgery. I was really touched by what he wrote I took his permission to post it over here and share it.

Silly Adventure:
I hope you will recover soon, you have such high spirit. May God take you through this hard time and give the strength to overcome all the obtsacles...

Dear Nasra,

After I have just seen your encouraging words on my blog, I thought I
should send you some lines and let you know that I am thankful for your
supportive words. I hope you don’t mind that I use your mail address
instead of the public space on blogger. If so, please let me know.
Your conversation with Feminine Expression moved me quite a lot. Such
beautiful verses. Your’s as well as FE’s. I am glad I stumbled across
them tonight. I am currently in hospital – as I have told you – and so I
am not checking the internet reglarly. But good I did tonight. Some
light on a rainy day.

I just wanted to let you know that when I read your poem it soon
translated itself for me reading like the one on the right. And I wanted to
share it with you.

In every night I wonder
If this gift of God
This talent that was granted
Will guide me through rough waters
Will stay until the end

Will my patience be there
To let me rest within myself
Or will it leave me frantic
Just longing for calm waters
Just longing for the past

I know that I can trust it
As I have done before
To carry and support me
Through life’s wildes terrain
And often to remind me
Of what it is that I was granted
This calmness, patience, faith
This gift of God
copyright 2005 Silly Adventure

Friday, September 16, 2005

Gift of God

In the blog of Fiminine Expressions she said "nearly every other night i begin to wonder if i've written everything i have to write, if i've expended all the poetry that resides within my soul. maybe i will never be able to write another poem. perhaps i am finished.then another day comes and i am able to elicit one more poem. each poem is a gift from where i cannot tell, but for each one i am able to write, i give thanks for its gift.and today i was able to write the above poem about life. i give thanks."

Thank you for bring out such insightful question as I keep thinking the same

In every night
I wander
If this gift of God
The granted talent
Would last me another day
Will words appear?
Weaving poetic verses
From just no where
Except through the voice of this soul
In such calm water
Unexpectedly a bubble will appear
Awaking the sleeping lake
No matter how much
I fetch within me
I’m a blank page
The inspiration is not weaved by days
It’s not a fruit of tedious labor
My poetry is…
A spur gift of God

copyright 2005 nasra al adawi

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Simply Happy

Emerald Ocean
So ever green
It touches
Every fiber of my emotion
I just feel it
Tides of waves
Running back and forth
Playing many strings of tunes
Lifting me up
To the ocean of clouds
Fluffy clouds floating on the sky
I'm living, dreaming and lingering
To this unrealistic images
Just breathing the breeze
Melting into these pictures of what my soul had painted
I'm simply being happy

Copyright 2005 nasra al adawi

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Recollection of My Speech on a book launch in May 2004

It is an honor for me to welcome Her Excellency Dr, Muna Al Jardani, the undersecretary of Education and Curricula of Ministry of education and all of you present here this evening.
We are present here this evening to salute the women who are so bravely fighting cancer with smile

Ladies and Gentlemen allow me to introduce my new book “Within Myself” “Within Myself” goes beyond a collection of poetry, it is the inner voice of Cancer Survivors. I was in close touch with them and they have unwrapped their hearts and soul to us. They have had the courage and will power to live beyond the pain and turmoil of Cancer. The book incorporates the stories, true to life of women who fought and survived Cancer.

Words and poetry alone do not do enough justice to the pain and turmoil that I experienced and saw in the eyes of these women. This is merely an effort to contribute and inspire faith and hope in the hearts of those who are so closely associated to their loved ones.

Ladies and Gentlemen

There is life beyond Cancer and I dedicated my work, my poetry to the Survivors.
If I may share this with you, my own father was a victim of cancer. Until last he lived with a smile, in-spite of the pain. I drive my inspiration greatly from him. He taught me never to give up and so I believe where there is life, there is hope and when there is hope there is continuity of life.

Ladies and Gentlemen the launch of Within Myself has been made possible through the valuable contributions of National Bank of Oman, Apex Publishing, The Honorary Consulate of the Kingdom of Spain, Muscat Pharmacy, Holiday villa, Oman Drug House, The Translation Group of Sultan Qaboos University, Hyatt Regency, Daran LLC, Modern Centre for Business Services Northen Sands and Oman Printers.

Also there have been the contributions and support of my many friends who helped me immensely. I would like you to know them Fadhal Allah Suliman, Pamela Carboni, Mr. Tonny Barbour, Mohammed Al Rawahi, Dr Patricia Groves Hamoud Al Jabry, Hassan Al Matroushi, Dr, Abdullah Al Harassi, Aidah Al Jabry and finally Surinaa Triveen, Fahad Al Wahaibi and Monsterrat Capdevila and my family for always being there for me.

Lastly I would like you all to know that the funds generated through the sale of “within Myself” will go to the National Association for Cancer Awareness. I profoundly thank the National Association for Cancer Awareness, the first Patient advocacy Group in Oman for the support and inspiration in the launching of “Within Myself” and their attentiveness support to me. The will power to live beyond Cancer has been aptly portrayed by those who involved with the Association.

Lets us join in the efforts and try to make this disease, Cancer more bearable and less of nightmare.

Thank you all Thank you so much.

سعادة الدكتورة منى الجرداني –وكيل التعليم والمناهج بوزارة التربية والتعليم
ضيوفنا الكرام
السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته
لقد جاء كتابي الثاني "بين حنايا أضلعي" كمساهمة متواضعة ومشاركة مني لضحايا مرض سرطان الثدي علىّ بذلك أكون قد شاركتهن بعضا من المعاناة التي يسببها لهن هذا المرض الخبيت وقد صدر هذا الكتاب في الأصل باللغة الانجليزية مع الترجمة للغة العربية.

سعادة الدكتورة ضيف الشرف …الضيوف الكرام

لقد كان والدي من ضحايا مرض السرطان ولقد انتزعه مني في وقت كنت فيه في أمس الحاجة لعطفه علىّ لذلك حاولت أن أوظف كافة مواهبي النثرية والشعرية لخدمة هذه الفئة من المرضى لكي ألفن الأنظار اليها حتى تحظى بما تستحقه من رعاية. نعم لقد وفرت حكومة مولاي صاحب الجلالة السلطان قابوس بن سعيد المعظم حفظه الله المشافي لعلاج هذا المرض لكن يظل الدعم الاجتماعي أمرا في غاية الأهمية لتأهيل هؤلاء المرضى.

ولا يفوتني في هذه العاجلة الا أن أشير الى أن ريع مبيعات هذا الكتاب "بين حنايا أضلعي"سيذهب كله الى الجمعية الأهلية لمكافحة السرطان عله يكون خطوة في مسيرتنا تجاه الهدف الأسمى الذي نسعى الى تحقيقه ألا وهو مساعدة مرضى السرطان.

وتعتبر الجمعية الأهلية لمكافحة السرطان أول مجموعة تقوم برعاية مرضى السرطان في سلطنة عمان. ولقد كان للجمعية الاثر البالغ في مساعدة وتشجيع مرضى السرطان حيث تكللت مساعيها بالنجاح في شفاء العديد من المصابين بهذا المرض.

لذلك أدعوكم أخوتي واخواتي الى ضم الجهود ومكاتفة الأيدي دعما لهذه الجمعية الفتية.
وفي الختام لا يسعني الا أن أتقدم بالشكر الجزيل لكم أنتم الحضور ولمؤسسات الوطنية القنصلية الفخرية لمملكة أسبانيا البنك الوطني العماني، فندق هوليداي فيلا، شركة دار الدواء العمانية، فندق حياة ريجنسي، القمة للصحافة والنشر، داران ش م م، صيدلية مسقط، مجموعة الترجمة بجامعة السلطان قابوس، المركز الحديث للخدمات التجارية، شركة الرمال الشمالية ومطبعة عمان.

كما لا يفوتني أن أخص بالشكر الفاضل/ فضل الله سليمان الفاضل/ محمد الرواحي الفاضل/طوني بربور الفاضل/حسن المطروشي دكتور عبدالله الحراصي الفاضلة/حنان محمد الرواحي، دكتورة باتريشيا جروفز الفاضلة/ باميلا كربوني الفاضل/فهد الوهيبي الفاضلة/عايدة الجابري لوقفتهم وتشجيعهم وسهرهم من أجل اخراج هذا الكتاب.

والسلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته

Sunday, September 04, 2005

“If only I can forgive
From here onwards
I will soar
Skies within me”

A contemplating soul
Wondering all over the sky
Yet the first place to begin the search
Lies within ourselves
Letting the stream to pass by
In its coolness touch to remind us
There is no other place but inside of us
Where we can allow forgiveness to ourselves

Copyright 2005 nasra al adawi
Thank you Paul for your touching article ~Forgiveness: Self-Forgiveness~

Thursday, September 01, 2005

A Sip of Ecstasy

The above poetry is written by Patry Francis.
Gulnaz went in depth to find out all about her inspirational writing.

Thank you so much Gulnaz for sensational interview

Hope all will enjoy the interview and hope will inspire you.
~L I P ~

I always knew somehow I get drunk, so drunk. Yet, without running alcohol in my blood, I get so drunk with poetry. This was affirmed as I read translated article of Charles Baudelaire in
Lorena’s Blog.

A Sip of Ecstasy

(A poem inspired by the above poem of Patry Francis)

I breathe in its addiction
Drunk to the last droplet of words
Into the sensation of what it brings
And I feel so alive
Floating over the clouds
The ecstasy of this sip
I’m all high in words
Poetry swirls my life
Yet it takes more of me
It claims my soul
My whole being submits
Without a single resistance
Taking off so gladly

©2005, nasra al adawi