I am Al-Kahira, the comparer of nonsense and flowers.
I am grateful for my stupidity, admitted easily, yet I am concerned with specific details of style as I sit here in rags.
By circumstance not by choice this shrub has blossomed: by choice and not by circumstance this life has been kept plain.
I made an effort and found stuff to ignore, leaving rusty strings unstruck.
I neglect the spectacular and overlook the apparently important with deliberation.
I've waited aeons for the reversal of my interests: Now life has become the joke and the sweetness and hilarity of my own thoughts have turned into a point of fascination for me.
No matter what anyone tells you: I don't belong to any creed or sect, culture or race, nor to any period in history.
My only qualification is the age of my soul: I own three hillside palaces of quiet pre-dawn moon sound.
Humiliation is my clothing that I wear to sit and bark with the dogs. I disconnect like dusk and most likely no one will bring flowers to my grave.
I am ardent without deed and I am information zero, unimportant iridescent: Grand Palace of Mercy.
Till now I stayed in one place not avoiding you: now that the traditions are beginning to dissolve, I put on my winter coat and walk away. Business done.
[This is one of those unforgettably beautiful posts I've ever come across on a blog. Yes, the post, I am saying, in its entirety. The choice of words, the language, the emotion is already replete with beauty and poise and the picture chosen by this blogger has made it perfect for me and I am not going to make any amend. Although I've read it in other places, this is the real one for me : http://whilethereisstilltime.blogspot.com/2007/10/walk-away.html]