Friday, March 30, 2012

To last forever

Fill it with deep understanding
Let it be true and undemanding

And it will last for ever

Build high walls of dreams around it
Let it be secured and defended

And it will last for ever

Forgive the ups and downs
Love the smiles and frowns

And it will last for ever

Listen, contain, care
Give, take and share

And it will last for ever


Wessam El Beih
Copyright ©2007

Close Friend

A close friend is like the sky
No matter how far, I will see
And in the darkness I look up high
Its guiding stars will shine on me

In time of need the sky will know
What to send down my way
It may be rain, it may be snow
It may be sunshine through my day

When it's cold, the sky will vow
A sunny day is sure to follow
When I am lost, some how
its warmth sweeps away the sorrow

A close friend is like the wind
Carries me above the highest cloud
And gently my friend will find
A time to bring my feet to ground



Copyright ©2008 Wessam El Beih

On My Thirty-Nine Birthday

On my thirty- nine birthday, I prepare to witness the last year of this decade and I write this note as a gift to myself. My gift is to remind myself that life is what we make of it and that a fully meaningful and authentic life is what I am determined to live. I am alright with disclosing my age and take pride in challenging those who say women usually won’t. I know my childhood friends won’t mind me doing that so much.

It matters to me what font I type my words and I realized that I have to like how the words look to me with the first few words, not at the end of what I write. The core lesson I remind myself of is that “what matters to me, is important”; how I see the world and my comfort with what I say or do is what I will not compromise. I am content with my life; with many wonderful people to cherish, things to be proud of and I feel I am on a purposeful path in this world.

Sitting here on my couch with the break of the morning, trying to let my thoughts flow without an agenda, and hoping it will some how make some sense at the end. I have committed to writing three morning pages each day to unlock my creativity. A complete flow of words that I do not read again is what I originally signed up for. It is so hard, I have to confess. For those who seek perfection, which I realize does not exist, but we seek it any ways it is hard. It is even harder to stop that voice in the head that speaks up so loud wanting to make a statement on every occasion. Writing from my heart was easier when I was younger and even more unpolished. Now I have professionally been trained by life to let my head interfere and sensor what I write. Not good. That voice speaks all the time, haunting me even in my dreams. Heart speaks more sincerely and without reservations if you unleash it. Head interferes to politicize your inner most emotions. What a muddle?

How beautiful it is to just “be” and let life do its job of being. How very natural to let yourself become part of the world around you and give yourself completely. How very hard for those who do so. In this moment when I am just flowing inside out, am aware of my self and surroundings. I hear the background singing of early rising birds and the farther work of an engine. I see the curtains of my window move gracefully with the slow breeze and I can feel the grin on my lips as I type those words. But, here I go again, that voice in my head is loudening again objecting to the flow of words from my heart. Demanding me to get real, get to the point, stay focused and make sense. What if I just not make sense to any one, but make sense to me. Would that be too hard to handle? A million buts that awful, nosy, voice of so called reason flags at me to keep me from my dreams.

I close my eyes and imagine myself by the sea hearing its waves so strongly and allowing it to move my inner storms and settle my inner winds. I think of running there whenever I feel I need a louder voice than reason. It is hot and humid and I can’t drink that hot coffee next to my reach. May be I can move away; go out on the terrace, be more in touch with the beauty around and cultivate the beauty I see within. May be I can. It is not beyond my reach.

Friday 1 July 2011

The Selected Few of the Crowd

Lay back and think about that sunny day
With a vast crowd that piled along the way
Lay back, recall how it feels
Not at ease, singeing your heels
When that cloudy sky came to my stare
Too soon before I could prepare
Lay back, recall the crowd dispersed in haste
Feeling breathless, at vain, and in waste
I never want to be in that place again
Where I cannot withstand such pain
Lay back and think of the selected few
All along the way right before you
They’d rather die
Than to ever make you cry
The faulty fail to spot what’s true
And misses on the selected few
Lay back, let it settle, recall your deed
A selected few of the crowd are all you need

Wessam El Beih, July 2010

Friday, March 2, 2012

An Empty Seat

On the day, when everything was finally crystallized, I could see clearly. In a big theatre, with many seats as far as my eyes could behold. It was my biggest and most important performance. My eyes kept screening the audience looking for some particular faces. I felt, if I turn at any point and my sight meets them that I might gain strength; and bring out the best in me.

Many people walked in and out. The theatre was getting filled up quickly. I had to intervene. I reserved the first few rows and marked them. The first was core and essential. The second was close but non essential; and the third, was familiar. Everyone else was freely seated.

It was nice to feel the room warming up. My eyes glanced the crowds and it boosted my morale. When the lights were still on, everyone was busy doing something. Some were getting to know each other, some were checking their phones and others were walking in and out of the theatre. A few were looking at me, I suspect waiting for me to start.

Suddenly the lights started dimming and I was getting ready. The music went up and I took up my role. At times I felt engagement in the room. Sometimes I felt alone. I called a few to come up on stage and dance with me; a few I encouraged to sing along. I could feel the spirit in the room but I couldn’t see the crowds anymore. I could only tell by looking at the people in the front. My eyes would not sway. They were the source of my strength; particularly those occupying the first row. When I would feel uncertain, I would look there. A smile, a nod or even that the seats were still warmed, would help me know that I was doing alright. I thought it would be vital to my performance that I have those who touched my core and those meant the most right before my eyes. A handful, were backstage. I found out later that it was more important for them to see how well I perform than to be at the front.

It didn’t matter much, that I lost some people at the end of the theatre. I am sure they had other things to do. It mattered when someone in the front seemed distracted but it didn’t always break my heart. It's only when my eyes fell on an empty seat on the first row, that my heart pounded so heavily. My eyes wandered searching in the crowds and I felt I was losing my focus. Swiftly, I said to myself, it must have been important that they had to walk out. But my heart was questioning, how important it was. I wondered if it was more important to them to leave, than it was for me to have them there. I don’t know why I kept noticing that one seat throughout. Whenever I looked and found it was empty, it affected my performance. The room was full. The first few rows had many important people. But that one seat kept getting empty. In a vivid recall of the past, that one seat I always had reserved. It was occupied shortly and left cold on many occasions. Don’t know why I kept reserving it, despite expecting it to be empty. I went out of tune a few times. I got back on track later.

On that day I learned a few lessons. The first: an empty seat on the first row would always be a disappointment. Reserve it for those who won’t let you down. Don’t keep a seat on the first row for someone who doesn’t show up or has previously walked out on you. The second: people won’t generally decline a free good invitation. They may not value it as much, but a free invitation on a first raw seat is tempting. They would welcome it if they have nothing better to do or someone of more interest to be around. Make sure who is there to bring the best in you, enjoy being around you and is there for you; and who is there just because it is a convenience. The third: welcome any one to your theatre at any time, they can be freely seated. This gives them freedom to walk in and out as they wish, provided they don’t disrupt your performance and discomfort you. You won’t really notice them in the crowd. Lastly: backstage is essential. You may not see the people there, or notice their role often. Be attentive to backstage though. You dont only perform well because of those before you; but also because there are people, you don’t notice who are watching over you. Some of those are more worthy of being in that empty seat.