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Milad

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The story of courage

Seeking truth and looking for it everywhere

The story of curiosity

Trying to understand society and its development

The story of action

Not content with theoretical knowledge

The story of love

Love for one’s fellow man

Love for the Devine

The story of an ardent search

Unencumbered by tradition

The story of friendships

Transformative friendships

The story of sacrifice 

Not compromising one’s beliefs

The story of challenges 

Arriving one after another

The story of perseverance

In the face of trials

And finally the story of freedom

Freedom to be

Freedom to love

Freedom to serve one’s fellow man

Not needing to hide

The story of audacity of the 

Descendants of the Dawnbreakers

The story of Milad 

April 30th, 2019

Floods

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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

The magic of the early mornings

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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

The swamp

 

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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

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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

Web of love 2

 

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Words and ideas 

Crisscross the world

At the speed of lightening

Words about how we feel

The challenges we’ve had

The insights we’ve gleaned

 

Developing friendships 

Expanding friendships 

That’s what we do

Technology has brought us together 

This was impossible 

Ten years ago

 

We come together daily

Make each other laugh and think

We shower each other with praise

Wash the dust off our spirits

 

We are spinning a web of love

Across the world 

Connecting our hearts

We are helping each other grow 

One day at a time 

 

February 23rd, 2019 

Try harder

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Are you inherently weaker?

Not resilient enough?

Not optimistic by nature?

Unable to pull yourself up by your bootstraps?

These are questions one can face when depressed

 

Advice that is not helpful:

It will pass, be patient

Try harder

Be grateful for what you have 

You just need to change your attitude 

 

People mean well

But we don’t understand depression 

Well enough yet

 

Depression holds so many of us

In its grips

No one talks about it though

It’s easier to pretend all is well

It’s easier to not answer why or why again

So we hide behind the mask of normal

And very few people know our pain

 

Depression resembles laziness

Lack of vigor

A negative outlook towards life

Sadness

Hopelessness

 

And how is one to explain 

That you are trying hard

You are doing your best to feel better

You are not enjoying wallowing in your grief

That you don’t have complete control over how you feel

 

Good questions

The answers are not so obvious  

 

February 20th, 2019

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