Harmony

I close my eyes and I see everything in its most complete form. A harmony exists. Whatever we do, good or bad, right or wrong, are still a part of this harmony. Nothing can change it. Close your eyes to see...

The Childhood

« La vie d’enfant »

There are many poems and songs which refer to the childhood life. The poet always wishes to go back to his childhood moments and experience them again. One of my favorite songs which mention this point is the Celine Dion’s song “Vole”.

“Vole vole petite aile
Ma douce, mon hirondelle
Va t'en loin, va t'en sereine
Qu'ici rien ne te retienne”

Fly, fly little wing
My sweet, my swallow
Go far away, go serene
Let nothing here hold you back

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“Va rejoindre l'autre rive
Celle des fleurs et des rires
Celle que tu voulais tant
Ta vie d'enfant”

Go join the other shore
The one of flowers and laughs
The one you wanted so much
Your childhood life.

When we were a child:

We hadn’t had responsibility and our parents were always beside us. We were pure and much more real. We could live in the moment, even though our memories and wishes were always present. We could play, laugh, cry and play again.

And also as one of my friends told me, we were naïve and we were deceived easily.

What do you think?

Is the childhood the best part of our lives?

“Now I am as happy as a child. Do you believe it, I am coming home !”

What color is the sky?

Just two or three days before leaving Iran, I and one of my friends were talking about my new life. We were wondering if there is a big difference between here and the rest of the world. “Maybe this planet is much smaller than what we presume”. Looking at the sky, my friend asked me a question that I never forgot. She told me:” Go and see if the sky is the same color as here?”

At the first day of my arrival, I looked up to see the sky. It was the same. I was thinking…I am too far from home and too near.

Some days later I was describing this experience to another friend. I told him: “you know the sky in Canada has the same color as that of Iran. The world is too small and the sky is always blue.” This time he told me something that stuck in my mind…” have you ever noticed that the sky’s color is changing in every moment? Never is it stable.”

And it was true. I looked at the sky differently and I saw it. The color may seem stable but in reality it changes quickly and you can see many different shades in it.

THE SKY COLOR IS THE SAME AND IT IS NOT THE SAME.

It depends on you. What you decide to see.

And we as mankind,

Our souls are the same. It is the absolute beauty and what make us different are our deeds and our behavior. There is not any bad or good person in the world. Our deeds, like life and death, will come and go. And we are here as absolute as ever.

The sky is always similar and always different. It depends on us. What we decide to see.

Roya and Saeed ,Thanks, you helped me to feel the reality once again, though for a short moment.

The big competition

They are running. It seems to be a great competition. They are determined and well dressed. They know how to save their energy and how to pass their rivals.

They are running all the time, for taking the bus, the metro, being at work at the right time. They are running and never ask themselves. WHY?
It is late, it is late , too late ,… FOR WHAT?
A life just to hit the targets, But who has set the targets? No one knows. They imitate each other. They run because their friends run because their parents run. Really a competition is taking place here?

Oh my god! look at there,In the middle of the crowd ,She is doing something different! She doesn’t want to run. She wants to stand and look around. And what is happening then? The crowd is pushing her. They are forcing her to move.If she resist they will send her out. She wont be one of them.They wont accept her. She is wrong because she doesn’t want to follow them. She will be excluded.
“C’est tellement triste!”

They are running. All of them are running. There is a stranger here. He asks,”What kind of race it is? Is it marathon? What is the prize? It must be a big prize as they are trying hard."She answres:"No, there is no prize and no one wants to believe."

Sometimes I feel to be that girl. A girl who is watching the crowd and wonders what they do. I don’t want to run. I don’t want to obey the rules. I don’t want to act as they want. I will suffer. I will be a stranger to them. I know. Up to now, I have paid the price and I will.

Just for a simple reason.
Because ...

It is MY life.

Ups and Downs

Life has ups and downs.

There are the moments that you are full of joy and you feel the pure love. Life is in complete harmony with you, you are an inseparable part of the concert and what you play is the reality. You want to fly and your energy, your soul can not bear your body. It wants to spread … spread to the every corner of space… to fill the universe.

There are also the moments that you feel the depth of grief. You think you are a lost piece who can not find its way, like a child who has been lost in a crowded bazaar and who could not find her parents. Sorrow is then overwhelming you and you think nobody loves you. You are alone.

That’s it. It is life.
« C’est la vie, trop complique, trop étrange. »

It happens. All of us have experienced these feelings. We all know that none of them are permanent. They just flow like a river and we are in the boat, surrounded by water.

Some days ago someone told me:
« La vie a plusieurs phases et tu es dans ta phase difficile. »

When you spend most of your time in the second mood, you are in your difficult stage, a great hill which can not be mounted easily. You loose your energy and you can not regain it. It is a long way to go and you can not see the peak. You even don’t know if the way would end to the peak.


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I hear the voice who tells me:

THIS IS OUR CHOICE AND THIS IS HOW WE GROW!

Sohrab Sepehri life calendar

I was searching the internet and I encountered Sohrab Sepehri life calendar. maybe it is interesting to you.

Sohrab Sepehri life calendar in brief:
Born in 1928 – Kashan – Iran
He hosted a painting exhibition - Tehran 1944
He published his first poetry book that followed by a few other books in the same year - 1951
He graduated from the fine arts university with B.A. degree in painting - Tehran – 1953
He translated some Japanese poetry into Persian and published them in a literary magazine called Sokhan – 1955
He traveled to Paris and attended the Paris Fine Arts School in lithography – 1957
He traveled to Tokyo to further his studies in lithography and wood carving – 1960
On the way back to Iran from Japan , he visited India and became familiar with the ideology of Buddhism – 1961
He published three books in poetry – 1960
He traveled to India again and visited several cities and provinces – 1964
He traveled to Pakistan and Afghanistan 1964
He traveled to Europe and visited several countries such as Germany – England – France – Spain – the Netherlands – Italy – and Austria – 1966
He published some long poems after he returned to Iran – 1966
He hosted a painting exhibition in Tehran 1967
He published another book in poetry 1967
He traveled to Greece and Egypt – 1974
He published his final book called ‘Hasht Ketab' (Eight Books), which was the collection of almost all of his published poems in one volume – 1976
He got blood cancer and traveled to England for treatment – 1978
Unfortunately, his attempt to defeat cancer brought him no result. He returned to Iran and died in Pars Hospital in Tehran on Monday April 21, 1980.

May his peace-seeking soul rest in peace in heaven

Spin

Everything is Spinning. So strange! in a short period of time I am not in my previous position. I am really confused. I want to change my position and in the same time I dont want to do it.

I am yelling to the sky With all my heart:

Is there any stable place that i could hold it?

Orion ... My lover

Tonight,
When I came out,
I saw him in the sky…

I am talking about Orion, my constellation or it is better to say my lover. He never leaves me. It is not important where I live, in Iran or Canada, he is just there looking at me and …

He wants me to fly,
High in the sky,
To touch him
To feel him
And to join him.

He gives me the feeling of being at home.

You know the story but I want to tell it once again.
In ancient Greek, Artemis, the goddess of the moon loved Orion (the hunter). His brother, Apollo, was jealous of him and decided to end this relationship. One day Orion was swimming in the lake and Apollo deceived Artemis by daring her to strike the spot which was Orion head in the waves. She did it and then realized, she had killed her lover. After this catastrophe, she decides to send his soul to the sky to become eternal.

You know this constellation is formed 1.5 million years ago, and it will remain there 1 to 2 million years.

You want to see him?

The Forest .... The Truth

The forest...

When I think about life usually I remember this strange story.
A man wants to see the forest. He was told it is a nice place and he could find many glories in it. So excited about this magnificent place he decides firmly to find and visit it. He goes through a path that will end to a forest and he imagines what it can be. Finally he reaches a place which is full of trees and still he is searching for the forest. ............... "These trees wont let me see the jungle!"

This is our story.The trees don’t let us to see the jungle, or better to say the truth.

Just imagine.It is near... C'est trop proche...