Come,
Come with me to a spring garden all day tomorrow
Let’s play in the dirt with our hands and pull out the weed
Let’s taste the tangy wild spring onions
Let’s plant tomatoes, parsley, and green peppers
Let’s feel the sun’s heat on our back,
And a cool breeze on our cheek
Let’s listen for the music hidden in the reed
Let’s observe beauty in one grain as we must
Let’s satisfy our hunger with just one seed
Shake, flap, and open our wings, and fly free.
Rezvan 2006
Showing posts with label Rezvan's poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rezvan's poems. Show all posts
Monday, December 29, 2008
Divine Tapestry
Dear love
An untold story
Sadness in the night,
And the morning glory
This story
If it is to be told
Will be woven of fine wool, silk, and
Of silver and of gold
Delicate threads
In need of masterful hands
Weaving tenderly
For the exquisite designs to unfold.
Rezvan
An untold story
Sadness in the night,
And the morning glory
This story
If it is to be told
Will be woven of fine wool, silk, and
Of silver and of gold
Delicate threads
In need of masterful hands
Weaving tenderly
For the exquisite designs to unfold.
Rezvan
Grace
When the white mouthed waves of anguish
Bow out in to the distance
And give way to stillness
When the sharp teeth of wounds and fears
Loosen their grip on the flesh
And give way to tranquility
I swim freely among the wonderful creatures of the depth
With gratitude, love, and grace.
-Rezvan
Bow out in to the distance
And give way to stillness
When the sharp teeth of wounds and fears
Loosen their grip on the flesh
And give way to tranquility
I swim freely among the wonderful creatures of the depth
With gratitude, love, and grace.
-Rezvan
A Walk in the Forest
I am so glad I ventured in to the forest today,
On a path I did not know,
Hesitant,
I am so glad I pressed on and did not walk back,
I am so glad I was frightened, and then
I was not.
On that long, slippery, frozen path,
I saw
Hurricane Katrina and broken levies in New Orleans,
The poor woman brutally lost in the woods in Georgia,
The kidnapped reporter beheaded in Iraq,
The little girl found lifeless in the closet of her abuser
And, the last guy who parted with life on the electric chair.
I gladly saw them, there was horror in my heart, and I prayed,
That they met the ending of life with surrender and dignity,
For only then I rest in the awareness,
That this life, the one I call mine, too,
Will meet the ending with surrender and dignity,
I am so glad I was here today,
And took a walk in the forest.
Rezvan 2008.
On a path I did not know,
Hesitant,
I am so glad I pressed on and did not walk back,
I am so glad I was frightened, and then
I was not.
On that long, slippery, frozen path,
I saw
Hurricane Katrina and broken levies in New Orleans,
The poor woman brutally lost in the woods in Georgia,
The kidnapped reporter beheaded in Iraq,
The little girl found lifeless in the closet of her abuser
And, the last guy who parted with life on the electric chair.
I gladly saw them, there was horror in my heart, and I prayed,
That they met the ending of life with surrender and dignity,
For only then I rest in the awareness,
That this life, the one I call mine, too,
Will meet the ending with surrender and dignity,
I am so glad I was here today,
And took a walk in the forest.
Rezvan 2008.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Wild Salmons
The meandering river of my soul
travels through its rocky bed
wild splashing salmons of my existence
know nothing of the reasons
for such a long and magnificent journey.
In the end
both yearn
to join the vast ocean
that is their source and their destiny.
-Rezvan
travels through its rocky bed
wild splashing salmons of my existence
know nothing of the reasons
for such a long and magnificent journey.
In the end
both yearn
to join the vast ocean
that is their source and their destiny.
-Rezvan
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