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The collage

 

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A second book
Another essay on life
My life
With its challenges and trials
With lessons learned
With hope and optimism
Written with love

The collage of me
Is a collage of prose and poetry
The coming together of various experiences
And exploration of various cultures
Of Travel
Of connections
Of fellowship and camaraderie

It tries to answer the questions
Who am I?
And where do I belong?

It explores issues of identity and immigration
And the coming together of East and West
And the essential oneness of man

Earthquake

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When assumptions I’ve held for a while
Are shattered
When the veil falls off
And what’s underneath is clear to see
It causes a little earthquake inside me
I have to recalibrate my understanding
The aftershocks come as well
It takes a while before all is quiet again
But of course the shape of the landscape has irreversibly changed

April 4th 2018

Missed connection

 

imageWinter
Holiday season
Travel
Missed airline connection
Frustration
Impatience
Resignation

A different sort of connection
Impossible without the missed one
Sometimes the world seems to have
No rhyme or reason
Sometimes what seems random
Is actually not

I’m learning to take what comes
Try not to make a fuss
In every missed opportunity
Could be waiting
Another one

Never despair

 

January 15th, 2018

 

A new page

It’s a new year because we have decided to mark time this way
Otherwise today is not that different from yesterday
Or a day in the last month

The renewal we feel in the New Year
Happens inside
We decide to leave a year behind
And start another one

We decide to leave disappointment and loss behind
We leave behind unhappy memories and the time that was
We start fresh in our mind and heart
We make new plans for the days to come
We feel rejuvenated and possibility
Is what we see

So, as the New Year begins
Let’s say good bye to what was
And embrace what is
Let’s turn a new page
Let’s look ahead with hope and expectation

 

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We hide so much

We can hide so much
Who we are
How we feel
What we think
We can hide so much

Why do we do that?
Why aren’t we more transparent?

Different reasons
Shame
Others’ judgement
Inability to express ourselves
Staying on the surface
Comparing ourselves with others
Judging ourselves
Fear of criticism
Fear of being different

We can hide so much
And every layer we peel off
We’re one step closer to freedom
Freedom to be who we truly are

We hide so much
And that can hurt us
We use veils for self preservation
But they stop us from feeling authentic
We hide so much
And it’s not necessary

December 20th, 2017

 

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Back to my roots

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Back to my roots
To where I’m from
I left it long ago
When I was young

Back to my roots
To poetry and art
A place where I did not think
I belonged

Back to my roots
To the city of Shiraz
Where nightingales sing
and jasmine thrives

Back to my roots
Back to the East
Where the sun rises
And the day begins

Back to my roots
To the friends I left
To friends who have
Embraced me once again

Back to my roots
And it feels good
To feel grounded
To feel understood

December 13th, 2017

Just normal please

I feel like I can breathe again
I can laugh easily again
I can be silly again
I can concentrate again

What a relief!
Most times we appreciate things
Once they are gone

A clear head
A brain that thinks like it should
Seems like a most normal thing
Living without anxiety
Seems ordinary
Feeling passion and enthusiasm
Seems like a given to us
But for me, they are not

And like those things there are
Many other things I can take
For granted after a while

But our normal selves are anything
But ordinary and normal
That normalness can be lost in an instant
During illness
During times of trials
During transitions in life

Then we will long for our normal
Just our ordinary, everyday selves
Nothing fancy
Merely the person we used to be
That self that seems like a distant memory
An unattainable state

And so, we keep longing for normal
Just normal

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