The Gentle Cry Of A Dying Art

Rene Salinas
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read

Adhan

No thought — no emotion; don’t invoke action.

Not of one kind,

nor of any.

In the vastness of that formless space there is no denomination,

no differences,

no boundaries of limitation.

No you or me

No us or we,

but a call.

If you have no desire you won’t posses and you won’t redress —

your presence will be sufficient,

To call.

It is not a riddle,

no words play-ons,

but a call

for unity.

The night darkness will end its reign;

the bright light of day will warm the hearts

and enlightens the heads

of those who

call.

and from the distance

good will result.

Rene Salinas

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