My thoughts

 

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There is a thought that keeps going round and round
In my head
I feel like I’m caught in a whirlwind

It’s a battle of sorts
That I have with myself
I try to make sense of things
But don’t manage

Is it a matter of letting go?
Or is it something to hold on to?
Am I being fair to others and myself?
What do I need to be doing different?

I’ve been over all these thoughts in my head
And I don’t find any answers
Some issues are simpler than others
And this one is most circuitous

March 15th, 2018

Shades of grey

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Wouldn’t if be easier if life
Were black and white
Something was either right or wrong
But life’s not like that
And things come in all shades of grey

And what is one to do
How is one to behave?
Does is depend on the shade of grey?
Or is grey moving into the territory of black
And we kid our selves?

The life’s questions are many
And the answers sometimes are illusive
Perhaps the passage of time
Will shed some light
On the dark recesses of life

 

February 27th, 2018

Doodling

 

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Doodling and dawdling
Writing with nothing specific in mind
Just letting my mind explore
And go where it wants
A waste of time?
On the contrary
Our minds need play time
Down time
Creative time
When the results don’t matter
And are not judged
It’s like dancing freely
Like no one is watching
Very liberating
Rejuvenating
And exhilarating
At the same time
So, I let my pen
Move across the page
With no agenda in mind
This is time for me to
Nurture that part of me
That used to get neglected
And left out

February 26th, 2018

Beauty

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What is beauty?
Beauty is in being authentic
Being truthful with ourselves and with others
Being sincere in our daily interactions

What is beauty?
It’s all the colors of the rainbow
It’s the diversity we see

What is beauty?
Beauty is joy
It’s a radiant smile

What’s beauty?
It’s a compassionate heart

Real beauty is invisible to the eye

Feb. 23rd, 2018

Dancing street

 

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Dancing street is
Where I lived at in Shiraz

It was actually called
Ghasr’u’dast
The palace in the meadow
But we called it Raghs’u’dasht
The dancing street
As a tribute to the multitude
Of potholes that made us dance

It was a long narrow street
That led out of Shiraz
To the tiny town called Ghasr’u’dasht

There, at the end of a
Dead-end street
Called Zargary, the Goldsmith
My father built a house
Which seemed like a palace to me

It had many rooms
And a huge back yard
A large garage
And a multi-coloured gate
At the front

We had many dinner parties
And house-guests
My mother made meals fit
For a king
And we entertained a lot

We had guests from Tehran
The US and Africa
Some were relatives
Some were friends
And some were Baha’is from abroad

I remember walking and singing
In the grassy area of the back yard

And playing with the weeping willows
As I sang songs

This was my childhood home
Until we left Iran
It was off the dancing street
Outside Shiraz

What we need

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I got a surprise phone call
It cheered my heart
I heard from a dear friend
It consoled my soul
Connection
What we seek and what we need
Comradery
What we want
Our needs are not so complicated
After all
We don’t need fancy things
Or amazing experiences to feel happy
We need to have people in our Iives
Who understand us and are there for us
What we need is to feel loved

February 18th, 2018

Secrets

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Differences matter not
What brings us together is what we have in common
And what we have in common
May not be very apparent or easy to discern

What attracts us to another can’t always be put into words or reasoned out
What draws us close to another person is not always obvious

But perhaps not everything needs to be figured out logically
Maybe the realm of emotions can have its own secrets

February 9th, 2018