In three..
This is a piece I wrote a short while ago, I didn’t think of posting it until recently when a close friend of mine insisted on having it published somewhere.. Well I guess mideastyouth is the place ! enjoy
It is only in the late hours of the night
That I learn more about my sentience
I am aware of my true existence
Those lonely hours with no friend in sight
My only companions are myself and I
I am many yet all in one
I am a soul, mind and body
I lose who I am at times with the chaos of life
It is only in the late hours of the night
Where there is no sound but the beating of my heart
And the swelling of my lungs as air is taken in and out
It is only then three thirds of me transpire
The spiritual
The spiritual lays within me; he connects me to a higher being; God
He takes third of my being; he can take over at times of grace
Through him I realize my berth in this massive universe
A sand grain amongst endless dunes of Sahara desserts
An atom amongst infinite stars and galaxies
A thread of silk in the midst of endless silk cocoons
Through him I learned humility and love
He bonds me to an infinite greater truth
A truth that cannot be seen but is felt
Years of dormant senses are awakened to believe
To a higher level of consciousness I achieve
As the other two in me lay down in sweet sleep
The mind
He is my second third
The mind is a marvelous part of me
He is a maze I go astray in many times
He keeps me on my toes with his wonderful crazy thoughts
Through him I can knit a quilt of endless sleepless dreams
In contemplation I can touch my dreams
If he is given more than third of me
He would not hesitate to conquer me
He is a pillar in mankind’s survival
He is the tool through him we learned and developed
He has taken us to the moon and beyond
To the atom and the cell
Through him we heal, fly and light up the darkness of our skies
Through him we were able to plot, kill and destroy
Yes the mind was able to conquer all
Only when he was given permission to take over all of our beings
Never forget he is only third, never to conquer all
The body
Oh the body the vehicle of all..
She is the third of all three but never the least
Through her all thoughts and feelings from mind and spirit are conveyed
She deciphers all signals to a language one can apprehend
A smile from her can brighten one’s day
A touch from her can stop the throbbing pain
She transports love from a look of an eye to an embrace
Through her she senses beauty all around
And aches with throbbing tearing pain
For she is powerful and ever so beautiful
Endless portrayals of her marvel have been seen
Throughout history, countless artists and poets have described
For the body they became intoxicated and bewildered
For her beauty many have lost their lives
For her strengths many were greedy for more
She has conquered all and will go on doing so many times
Time is always her worst enemy when she conquers all
For time will teach her what true worth is
She is my tool to express love, beauty and pain
But she is never all
All of my thirds never cease to grow
The spiritual can never be close enough
For he seeks humility and love throughout his being
The awakened mind is always hungry for more
He befriends wisdom as he matures and grows
The body, my daily tool
She starts off as weakness and grows into strength
She ends in weakness as a reminder of what she truly is
These are my thirds that lay within
These are the mains of what my life’s aims
Each one stays in his and her designated space
One might take charge in times of need
But the rest are prepared for their times indeed
The spiritual, mind and body
I find myself in three..
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It was a beautiful poem Rasha:) So only the body could be called a ” she” ? Is that how we picture ourselves or that is how we are pictured? It was an interesting way of introducing a ” Woman”, mostly a man because spiritual is the the highest and then the mind comes in between and when it comes to the earthly being that is the woman, the one that walks on the streets, the one that tends to the kids and serves the bodily greed of the opposite NOman, you know we have two sexes :
Men, they can only be calle d Man when they are in complete harmony with the opposite, before we acknoledge their being a MAn they are the Nomans 
1- The Woman,
2- The Noman,
I mena that is mostly the case
I like all your thrids by the way
It seems they are making a good job being in tune with one another in creating a Rasha who is a wonderful lady from ME Youth 
By the way, that language I used wasn’t a language of a sexist, it was to tickle the mind of those who feel very comfortable being a An, while Women of our region have much problem naturally being who they are