Floods in the city of my birth
Floods that could have been prevented
Floods that originate from mistakes
Floods that took the lives of the innocent
Floods that brought destruction and harm
Floods that could be a wake up call
The price has been paid by many lives
Lessons learned are too late for those who died
Kindness a solace for those in need
An occasion for generosity of spirit
March 25th, 2019
Another year comes to a close
And what have I learned?
What’s my take away?
Be kind
Bring joy to people and
Develop your talents and virtues
There is nothing new in these thoughts
They are age old ideas
That still make sense
They are simple
They are profound
They resonate with me
May the coming year bring you joy
And you bring joy to others
Be kind
And the world will be a better place
March 18th, 2019
I get into in a zone
When I write
A special place
A place of reflection and calm
I’m with people
But separated
There is talking around me
But I don’t hear it
When I enter this special space
It’s hard to leave
I like to linger
The world and its activities await
But I’d like to delay them
So, I stay
I Stay a little bit … longer
March 17th, 2019
Another connection
Another bond of friendship
The fruit of us being together
So many years ago
In the beautiful city of Shiraz
Shiraz, from where some of us scattered
Around the world
Each going on a journey of self discovery
And now we come together
Having experienced life
With its ups and downs
Its joys and sorrows
We come together
With increased understanding
And renew and strengthen
These bonds
That were formed so many years ago
March 17th
With Farideh and Payam
I cherish my solitude
A time to reflect
A time to write
There must be no distraction
I especially like coffee shops
This hour in the day has been carved into it
Because I’ve repeated it so many times
It’s now a groove into which I happily fall
It’s an hour when I recharge
It’s a gift I give to myself
This time has brought me so much joy
I’ve spent these hours blissfully
Something so simple
Can nourish my soul
It can be done anytime
Anywhere in the world
March 10th, 2019
To climb an impossible climb
To go where no one has gone before
To look fear in the face and not flinch
To be as determined as can be
We all climb different mountains in our lives
Some are small, some are big
Can’t beat the feeling when you get to the top
But getting there ain’t easy
An iron will
Support of friends and
Sticktoitiveness
All necessary
The more challenging the climb
The richer the reward
And the more interesting the story
March 12th, 2019
Water falls falls falls
Words that flow flow flow
Where they go go go
No one knows
Water falls falls falls
Thoughts aglow glow glow
Face that shines shines shines
Beauty bright
Water falls falls falls
Hands that write write write
Words on fire fire fire
Feelings show
Water falls falls falls
Days go on on on
When we love love love
Then we grow
March 10th, 2019
The silence of the early morning
When the world is still sleeping
When the sun has not risen
When my mind is refreshed after a night of rest
When the day ahead awaits
All I hear is the tick tock of the clock in the living room
And the hum of the heater
And that’s if I listen for it
Otherwise, I’m lost in my thoughts
On a sea of tranquility
No one to distract me
No one who needs me
No urgent feeling to do things
Other than contemplate, read and write
It’s the magic of the early morning
Is my spirit closer to its source?
Is my mind not clouded with the tasks of the day?
What is the source of this calm I feel?
March 4th, 6:00 am
When I hear words that sadden my heart
sully my soul and make me feel like the
day has turned into night
When I hear words that are like awful
inkblots on a white silk scarf
I feel like I’ve plunged into a swamp
That I’m struggling to get out
But I keep being pulled back in
I feel the heaviness of the mud
Mud that has sullied my skin
I long for a fountain of pure water
To wash the dirt off of me
The swamp is insistent though
And I feel trapped
Suddenly something beautiful catches my eyes
I see a field of wildflowers in the distance
My mood changes a bit
The swamp seems less menacing
I keep my gaze on the flowers
And their beauty gives me the courage to
Continue my struggle
And eventually I free myself
From the ugly swamp of dark emotions
February 24th, 2019
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