Connecting
Read this from the bottom up. There is an obscure face in the middle of the bottom. An old Man with a mustache and closed eyes. He is the face of God, the Creator. Above him is a kind of heart; the love of the Creator. Above the heart are two profiles; one white and one yellow. This is man and woman. Above that is another profile kissing the man and woman. This is the angel of God consecrating our unions we have in this world.
No Man Is An Island
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
John Donne
Aleema Shakoor 