Made of warm brown wood
The tassel, a fiery red
Lie in front of me on my footstool
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
Come in all colors and forms
Made of wood or glass or stone
Are sacred to me
They connect us to our creator
2 February 2019
Can a place draw you closer to your
To the sacred within you?
Can a place move you so that you forget
What was pre-occupying you?
Replacing it with feelings of thankfulness
Can a place have the fragrance of love?
Even the air you breath, different from
Can a place lift you up to the heights of ecstasy
And bring you to the shore of joy?
Can a place draw you to itself as if
A force was attracting you?
Can a place inspire you to write
To record your thoughts and feelings?
Yes, such places do exist
And when I find one I keep going back
To fill my cup!
August 17th, 2015
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Some days, the stars align
I feel at peace
I feel loved
I feel I’m leading a good life
No major crisis is looming
No difficult problems to resolve
Everything is going its merry way
I’m not paddling against the waves
My spirit is in a sacred place
I know tomorrow won’t be like today
But that’s OK
Our lives are is constant motion
Our emotions rise and descend
‘the only constant is change’
So, I’ll celebrate today
Give thanks for the blessing
That have come my way
And when things get tough
And the ocean choppy
I’ll remember that what
follows is calm and serenity
July 23rd, 2015
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“When the mind is quiet
We taste our spacious non-linear nature”
And access a sacred place
A place where the heart reigns
Where love is what counts
Where reason takes a back seat
Where what’s essential comes to the fore
A place where where we connect
To something greater than us
Assume a humble posture
And open ourselves to possibility
And greater wisdom
In a world where we need to know
To be in control
It’s a place where
We relinquish control
Ride the waves
And end up in places
We could not imagine
It’s a place that poetry can take us
It’s the place that poetry comes from!
April 10th, 2013