Lina H Hanna

Lina H Hanna

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Flirting with life

The art of living is capturing divine moments and embracing that rush of blood pumping through our veins at the soft touch of existence when our senses come to life and we experience a new birth of a star inside of us…

A lover of life I will always remain ,high on living i will never cease to be, kissing the lips of danger, and cuddling with the unknown, indulging myself in what the everyday occurrence bring to my table, drinking form the wine of years and getting drunk and high on breathing the sweet air of freedom and of being present in the moment that intoxicates my body and sedates my mind into a rapture of having the chance to see another sunrise and enjoy another sunset… to be able to enjoy the jewels of mother nature and the gifts of father time , savoring each flavor as it passes by …

That sense of awareness that hits me when I wake up and feel happy to be alive, that power that takes over me and makes me invincible, that inner force that I do have the strengths to stand up to my fears and refuse to be held hostage by its threats, to break the chains that imprison me, to run into my wilderness and rejoice the speed, to experience flying while on earth my legs stand still…

To jump above the fences of my intellectual and emotional boundaries and discover a new territory is what life has best to offer, to dance that primitive crazy dance of the untamed self within myself, to scream of joy and ecstasy for being who I am and dying in anticipation for who I can become …

When I rejoice in that shift from darkness to light, when finding out how much I love the eccentric and the bizarre aspect of things, the thrill is beyond this world …

To appreciate the artfulness of the universe around me is to inhale the very soul of this universe and become one with it in a unity that takes me in a journey of mystic beauty …

To put on a show of supremacy over the world I inhabit and the worlds that dwells within every fiber of my being is a stunning display of being alive and being in control …

To come closer to life and then moving apart as I swing between the fast rhythm and the slow pace of my everyday life is my ability to stay in the race no matter how long the road might take, to enjoy the journey rather than the destination, to live for the sake of being alive rather than searching in vain by drifting apart and away from the core of being …

I sway with my sentimental curves on the tunes of nostalgia and the melodies of the unexpected in the same way I bend on the music of my sorrow and pain, playing on the different cords the harp of existence amuses me with its musical vibes, let the music change and let myself change with it and discover the tribes of women that reside within my deepest deep … Remember when you are in a good mood it has an infectious quality that you can rub on everyone you encounter …

No matter how crazy life can get, always be ready to play along else you will find yourself outside of the game, let the spirit of a winner always guide you, let your soul boom and enjoy the sound…

Lina H Hanna

Saturday, April 23, 2011

The power of words…

One word can either make you or break you, while actions speak a thousand words sometimes one single word can push the envelope and entice you to do what no action alone can make you achieve ; when we are feeling down and low a kind word can lift our spirits up and can set in motion a glorious act.

Life is all about the rise and fall, the never ending tides of life always throws us to rocks and we get hurt as a result or it might softly lands us to the shore and during all that processing we endure the encouragement of our loved ones can give us the stamina and the ability to endure the hard times and enjoy the good times.

When misfortunes strike us with an iron hand it is only the soft touch of the hand of those who love us that can melt the iron and set us free, sometimes we say horrible words that can damage the souls of those around us and can shatter their self image into bits and pieces that would be impossible to pick up again without getting our hands cut and thus they bleed..

When we fall into the dark whole of failure or despair the awful words we hear can dig that pit deeper and deeper instead of bridging it with soul feeding words that can charge our will power and give us the wings we need to soar high above that hole and fly to reach the skies…

Nothing grand has ever been achieved without the power of inspirational words and a dynamite speech can blow up all the obstacles we may find ourselves encountering …

Understand that your words have the supremacy to make miracles or destroy powers and empires, do not take what you utter lightly for what you say can be a seed that you can shower and water to blossom into a marvelous garden of miracles of great deeds and it can build up towers and castles that nothing or no one can ever reach to tear down …

Be gentle and beware for a word once uttered can never be taken back, make your words pain killers and not bullets that can pierce the heart of life and bring death upon your very alive being…

Always seek to understand and never to judge, always be tender and make your words kind for the warmth they bring can melt ice and they can be the very reason of a magnificent act that can moist the dry lands life takes us to , with kindness we can ease the cruelty of life ‘s incidents and they can make someone go from a zero to a hero in the same way that harsh words can assassin and harden the hero’s heart and throws him into the abyss of doubt and self sabotage …

Always leave traces of a superior being when you address others, never walk in someone’s life and leave behind ruins of what could have been a garden of success and victory, be a disciple of kindness never let yourself become a soldier of dreadful and awful lexis, it is what you can pass on to your loved ones never be the vampire that sucks energy, will power and life out of their existence…

You choose your words very carefully every time you open your mouth, either you will speak jewels or you will converse negativity and devastation, it is your call, you can either construct or destruct …

Lina H Hanna…

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

A suspended ecstasy


A delayed pleasure , a fixed moment of euphoria , a delight put on hold, is what a belated joy feels like when the five senses undergo mania and passion… A new birth in the womb of death , an instant fatality that recreates our souls and reinvents our fervor.

Jubilation of an eternity lived in a blink of an eye when the heat of yearn and hunger melts our hearts of steel and evaporates our defensive mechanism to the flood and overflow of intense sensation that blow up our being and sweep us off our feet.

The body shivers and trembles of craving more and obtaining less, it is the sweet torture of having but not feeling saturated and drenched but rather more famished with every bite we take on from the food of our passionate devour banquet.

That state of interruption of desire in order to keep it from feeding up to its decease, we want that fire to remain burning by nourishing it non stop so it keeps igniting , we want to stop the volacano from erupting so that we can enjoy the built up lava bursting inside of us… the utter point of exhilaration where we maintain and keep that effervascent boiling rush of andrenaline ripping open our veins and increasing our insatiable appetite for staying on that edge line of pleasure and pain , of being unconscious of how high we are feeling, we want to preserve the middle point where there is no end, no climax , only highlighted concentrated forceful powerful excitement…

Not yet in heaven , closer to hell , enjoying the heat of a frozen instant , a captured elusive moment that we hold hostage to extort time so that we may manipulate it and tame its wild nature for our advantage; nothing can make us soar so high as pushing back what wants to come ahead in front of us, but how long can we tolarate standing on the border before we feel the urge to cross over ? how strong is our stamina to stand on the cliff without having the need to just jump and fall down?

We all wish that time can stop when we are flying on the wings of thrill and passion but we all have to endure the landing of the desire bird on the land of reality , all we can ever hope for is a safe landing, without bruises of having to stand on the terra firma after we freely roamed the satisfaction terrain but do not despair there is always another train to catch , be prepared for the agony and the ecstasy.

Lina Hanna Hanna

Monday, April 11, 2011

When demons dance inside my mind

Dark thoughts, black visions, tainted dreams are what eats me up as I cross the muddy rivers of my soul, every scar I bear bleeds open again, the tomb of my buried sorrows are unlocked again, it seems my dim memories are mummified when they should be decayed and decomposed; why won’t they just die and rot and cease to be? What keeps them well preserved while deceased? Is it me who won’t let them or am I forever doomed to have the marks of every demon that wounded my soul?

How I can escape my mind? How can I close the eye of my heart to the dreadful images that keeps on playing nonstop in the screen of my awareness? How can I shut down the screaming voices of every broken wish and every murdered desire as they shout at my core and echo inside my deserted being?

Oh the agony I feel once I am inside the blazes of my inferno, the heat burns the softness of my skin, the turbulence and anxiety I experience as I see the dance of my demons feeding from my despair and laughing at my tears, enjoying my cries and growing stronger with every dying laughter and every sorrowful joy I give up when I am in the darker side of myself.

These demons are nothing but my surrender and my fall; they are nothing but the death of hope inside of me, they are as strong as my weaknesses and they get frail as I grow powerful, they are my blindness to what is beyond the twilight and the sunset, they are my fears, my doubts, my insecurities and everything that threatens the safety of the life I want to lead.

They dance to the sad tunes of every loss I endured, they dance to the melodies of a heartache I suffer from, they dance to the sound of my weeping dreams that are fighting to be, and they dance and dance and dance hysterically until my mind becomes so weary and I seek salvation in all the narcotics and sedatives I am hooked on , sometimes I find refuge in mother nature, other times in music and arts, I escape inside my imagination where things are how I want them to be , where it is me who chooses and not feel the bruises as I hurt myself each time I try to slam down the many barriers that holds me a captive in my own war against myself…

The battle is fierce but I have to stand up for myself and fight for my peace of mind, I have to keep my flame from burning out , I have to sustain it , I never will lose my spark no matter how long I stay In the dark , I will build my own victory arc ; I will change the music of lamentation to a masterpiece my fingers play in the harp of a new dawn , of a new light and a new glow knowing that all the demons in the world cannot subdue my strengths and kill my fervor and love for life and happiness… and so when the music changes so does the dance…

Lina hanna Hanna

Sunday, April 10, 2011

The Old versus the New


The old days, the old friends, the old way of life, the old sayings are all part of our new current days and although we all aspire for what is new, for what is fresh, the bug of the old times always bites our neck so we feel nostalgic to that distant memory, that far away occurrence that was once our joy and we look for it in the core of the up-to-the-minute that we live, we are always pulled by the strings that root us to our past …

We all want the stability, we work our entire lives to establish that familiar ground and that stable status, but yet we always find ourselves looking for what is novel and original to validate the old that we dwell within… and so we go back and forth to and towards the yet to become after visiting what used to be our playground…

We all hear the expression back in the days everything was different, it was all better than in these days where all the new technology and the easier way of life cannot replace or kill the spirit of the ancient, the soul of what is authentic and simple, where people who gathered around just to talk and make bonds with each other ; unfortunately with all the massive ways of communication nowadays people speak more and say less , they are connected through cold machines rather than hot links that unite them in a common ground where they can meet and exchange thoughts and dreams , the very new that was created to bring them together now it is setting them apart…

The very invention that is used to decrease distance is increasing the spaces between the closed persons ever… who do we blame? Do we charge the invention or the misuse of it? Aren’t we all responsible for making the gap that separates us from each other rather than bridging that crack?

All what is new is meant to make our life effortless but there is always an effort to make, an extra mile to go, if there is no difficulty how can we credit ourselves to making things better?

The new add a zest a flavor to the everyday platter of life but it never takes its place, it just stirs our leanings and teaches us more about the value of what is old, and it is always nice to renew our state of being but we can do that not by changing the scenes but by looking at the same old images and faces and places with new eyes, with singularity , with attention to details , how many times do we pass by the same setting without really discerning and distinguishing the uncommon aspect of what is common and seeing the ordinary in an extraordinary way?

Always have your arms open for what is new but never close your heart and throw away the old, use the new to wash out the dust of the years away and do everything you do whether old or now in good positive way…

Lina Hanna Hanna