The sparrow

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Peacocks should be peacocks and sparrows, sparrows

The sparrow who tries to be a peacock fails

It gets disappointed 

And may even forget how to be a sparrow

 

We’re all different

With different capacities

Abilities

And energy levels

Comparing ourselves to others does not work

Yet we do that often

I do that often

 

Sometimes I feel I’m driving in the slow lane

Maybe I should switch lanes

Then I’ll get to my destination faster

But if my car can’t handle speed well

I could crash and never get to my destination 

 

The slow lane is there for a reason

And there are others with me in the slow lane

And as long as we continue steadily

We’ll get to where we want to go

Maybe we’ll see more of the surroundings

In the slow lane 

 

February 5th, 2019

One cup

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One cup of meditation

Along with a cup of coffee 

Drunk in a peaceful place

A place where I’m not distracted by daily responsibilities 

A place l return to regularly 

No matter how busy life gets

 

One cup of meditation

As addictive as coffee

Often leads to thoughts being written down

This can be a cure for my weary soul

A balm for my sensitive heart

 

One cup of meditation 

Along with a cup of coffee 

Consumed daily

Gives me the energy and enthusiasm 

To carry on

 

February 2019

Prayer beads

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Prayer beads 

Made of warm brown wood

The tassel, a fiery red

Lie in front of me on my footstool 

Prayer beads

Take me back to Iran

The country I come from

Held in the hands of a holy one in a photograph

Held in the hands of the merchant at the bazaar as he sells his wares

Held in the hand of the Sufi sage as he moves the beads with his fingers like he has done a thousand times 

Prayer beads

Come in all colors and forms

Made of wood or glass or stone 

Prayer beads

Are sacred to me

They connect us to our creator 

 

2 February 2019

At the mall

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Sitting in the modern bazaar, the mall

Looking at all sorts of people walk by

A black guy with braided hair with his headphones on

A twenty something girl with purple hair

A guy with a very long beard

A girl looking at her phone as she walks

Sales signs everywhere to entice the shoppers

Chocolate boxes in the shape of hearts for the upcoming valentine

A man carrying a suit he just bought

Someone next to me talking on her phone about her flight

Someone walking with scarf, hat and mittens on

Maybe she just came inside

And me sitting comfortably on a bench with my notebook

Each person I see has their own story

The guy with the long beard may be grieving a loss

The girl with purple may have just got some good news

The man carrying the suit may be mourning a friend

The person who is smiling may be sad inside

Friends talking

Maybe giving each other advice

Shiny new merchandise everywhere

Salespeople who are eager to sell

And in the middle of this material world

We are the carriers of our souls

Sensitive souls that need to be loved 

We each have our own story 

Some of it written, some unknown 

 

January 27th, 2019

Stay with me

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Once my daughter was distraught 

Life seemed confusing

Questions were many

Joy was gone

And tears ran down her cheeks 

Like rain from the clouds

 

I wanted to help her

I asked her what I should do

She said sit next to me mom

Don’t leave me alone

 

We talked a little 

I tried to console her

But later she told me 

I left too soon

 

She said she needed me there

I asked her what for?

Just to be with me mom

So I wouldn’t feel alone

 

Loneliness is the worst thing

During hard times

 

26 January 2019

Black and brown

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Natasha and I are sitting side by side

Talking about organizing the storage space in our house

Growing an indoor herb garden

And cleaning out parts of her room

 

She is very talkative and not on her phone

And we are chatting it up

But you wouldn’t want to see us now 

Or take our photograph

 

We are sitting side by side in the hair salon

With color on our hair 

She is going from brown to black

And I’m going from black to brown

The grass is always greener on the other side, after all

January 24th, 2019

Ode to chocolate

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Chocolate cures everything
A broken heart
A bad mark
A bad day
A nasty month

Chocolate melts in my mouth
And for a moment
My worries are gone
All that remains
Is the rich taste
The soft texture
The amazing smell

Chocolate makes everything better
A hectic day
Problems that come my way
Feelings of sorrow and confusion
Wondering about the solutions

It’s temporary, this feeling of relief
But it’s worth every calorie!
April 19, 2007