Eternity

لحظه ها عریانند

2011-12-14T21:36:00.001-05:00

سهراب نه تو می مانی و نه اندوه و نه هیچیک از مردم این آبادی

به حباب نگران لب یک رود قسم

و به کوتاهی آن لحظه شادی که گذشت

غصه هم می گذرد

آنچنانی که فقط خاطره ای خواهد ماند

لحظه ها عریانند

به تن لحظه خود، جامه اندوه مپوشان هرگز

A Better life

2011-08-11T22:57:00.004-04:00

امروز این متن به دستم رسید و چقدر به خوندنش نیاز داشتم

پرسیدم..... چطور ، بهتر زندگی کنم ؟
با كمی مكث جواب داد : گذشته ات را بدون هیچ تأسفی بپذیر ،
با اعتماد ، زمان حالت را بگذران ، و بدون ترس برای آینده آماده شو
. ایمان را نگهدار و ترس را به گوشه ای انداز
. شک هایت را باور نکن
زندگی شگفت انگیز است ، در صورتیكه بدانی چطور زندگی کنی .

پرسیدم ، آخر .... ، و او بدون اینكه متوجه سؤالم شود ، ادامه داد :
مهم این نیست که قشنگ باشی ... ، قشنگ این است که مهم باشی ! حتی برای یک نفر . كوچك باش و عاشق ... كه عشق ، خود میداند آئین بزرگ كردنت را .. بگذارعشق خاصیت تو باشد ، نه رابطه خاص تو با کسی .
موفقیت پیش رفتن است نه به نقطه ی پایان رسیدن ..

داشتم به سخنانش فكر میكردم كه نفسی تازه كرد وادامه داد ...

هر روز صبح در آفریقا ، آهویی از خواب بیدار میشود و برای زندگی كردن و امرار معاش در صحرا میچراید ، آهو میداند كه باید از شیر سریعتر بدود ، در غیر اینصورت طعمه شیر خواهد شد ، شیر نیز برای زندگی و امرار معاش در صحرا میگردد ، كه میداند باید از آهو سریعتر بدود ، تا گرسنه نماند .. مهم این نیست كه تو شیر باشی یا آهو ... ، مهم اینست كه با طلوع آفتاب از خواب بر خیزی و برای زندگیت ، با تمام توان و با تمام وجود شروع به دویدن كنی

.. به خوبی پرسشم را پاسخ گفته بود ولی میخواستم باز هم ادامه دهد، كه چین از چروك پیشانیش باز كرد و با نگاهی به من اضافه كرد :

زلال باش .... ،‌ زلال باش .... ، فرقی نمی كند كه گودال كوچك آبی باشی ، یا دریای بیكران ، زلال كه باشی ، آسمان در تو پیداست

دریچه ها

2011-06-23T22:42:00.006-04:00

دوستی شعری از زنده یاد اخوان ثالث برام خوند که خیلی به دلم نشست.

ما چون دو دریچه روبروی هم
آگاه ز هر بگو مگوی هم
هر روز سلام وپرسش و خنده
هر روز قرار روز آینده
عمر آینه بهشت اما ... آه
بیش از شب و روز تیر و دی کوتاه
اکنون دل من شکسته و خسته ست
زیرا یکی از این دریچه ها بسته ست
نه مهر فسون، نه ماه جادو کرد
نفرین به سفر هر چه کرد اوکرد

بن بست

2011-01-31T23:35:00.003-05:00

کارم بد جوری گره خورده. با خودم مرتب این جمله را تکرار میکنم

"در دنیا هیچ بن بستی نیست. یا راهی خواهم یافت، یا راهی خواهم ساخت!"

Quotes

2010-07-21T16:25:00.001-04:00

"Good life starts only when you stop wanting a better one"

By Anonymous

Quotes

2010-06-14T00:51:00.006-04:00

همیشه صداهای بلند را میشنویم ، پررنگها را میبینیم، سخت ها را میخواهیم

غافل از اینکه خوبان آسان میآیند، بیرنگ می مانند و بی صدا میروند

شعاری برای زیستن

2010-01-13T00:18:00.009-05:00

به دنبال مدرکی گمشده میگشتم ولی از لا به لای کلی کاغذ و دفتر متنی رو پیدا کردم که ارزش بارها خوندن رو داره. با هر بار خوندنش احساس میکنم هستی چیزی فراموش شده رو به یادم میاره. با پوزش از نویسنده ناشناسش کمی تغییرش دادم که شیوا تر بشه.

شعاری برای زیستن:

حرمت خود را هرگز در میدان مقایسه خود با دیگران مشکن که ما هر یک موجوی بی نظیر و یگانه ایم . آرمانهای خو یش را به مقیاس معیارهای دیگران بنیاد مکن زیرا تنها تو میدانی که بهترین در زندگیت چگونه معنا میشود.

هراسی به خود راه مده از پذیرفتن این حقیقت که هنوز پله ای تا کمال فاصله باشد. پیوند میان ما انسانها خط نازک همین فاصله است. بر خیز و بی هراس خطر کن. در هر فرصتی بیاویز و بدینسان است که به مفهوم شجاعت دست خواهی یافت.

آنگاه که بگویی دیگر نخواهمش یافت، عشق را از زندگی خود رانده ای. عشق چنان است که هرچه بیشتر ارزانی داری سرشار تر شود و هرگاه آنرا تنگ در مشتت گیری آسانتر از کف رود. پروازش ده تا پایدار بماند.

از کنار آنچه به قلب تو نزدیک است آسان مگذر. بر آنها چنگ در انداز، آنچنان که بر زندگی خویش ، که بی حضور آنان زندگی مفهوم خود را از دست میدهد. با دم زدن در هوای گذشته و نگرانی فرداهای نیامده مگذار زندگی از لابه لای انگشتانت فرو لغزد. هر روز همان روز را زندگی کن. بدین سان تمامی عمر را به کمال زیسته ای.

هرگز امید را ازدست نده تا آنگاه که چیز دیگری برای از دست دادن داری. همه چیز در آن لحظه به پایان میرسد که قدمهای تو باز می ایستد. رویاهایت را فرو مگذار که بی آنان زندگانی را امیدی نیست و بی امید زندگی را آهنگی نباشد. از روزهایت شتابان گذار مکن که در التهاب این شتاب نه تنها نقطه سرآغاز خویش که حتا سر منزل مقصود را گم کنی. زندگی مسابقه نیست. زندگی یک سفر است و تو مسافر آن باش که در هر گامت ترنم خوش لحظه ها جاریست.

Mirror

2010-01-08T10:38:00.002-05:00

آیینه ی اتاقت را، با آیینه ی اتاقم عوض می کنی؟ آخر این آینه فقط من را نشان می دهد

Quotes

2009-11-16T01:05:00.003-05:00

اگر یک روز هیچ مشکلی سر راهم نبود ، میفهمم که راه را اشتباه رفته ام …

Be what you want to be

2009-11-08T01:32:00.003-05:00

Dream what you want to dream
Go where you want to go
Be what you want to be
Because you have only one life
And one chance to do all those things

Cute...

2009-07-11T14:25:00.002-04:00

Little girl asks his brother: "would you please tell me how God looks like?, I think I am forgetting his face."

Illusion

2009-05-05T19:01:00.011-04:00

نمی دانم کیست.
او را نمی شناسم.
با تمام آشناییش غریبه می نماید.
در توهمی تاریک فرو رفته ام.
جای حقیقت خالیست

Ma Petite Terre -زمین کوچک من

2009-03-18T23:09:00.013-04:00

زمین کوچکم سلام

تولد دوباره ات مبارک

تولدت را جشن می گیرم

با لمس برگهای کوچک سنبلم

و با گوش سپردن به آواز صبحگاهی گنجشککان

تولدت را جشن می گیرم

با به درون کشیدن لطافت نسیم

و زمزمۀ ترانۀ بودن

تولدت را جشن می گیرم

با رقص با شعاع خورشید

وجستجو در نگاه شاد رهگذران

امسال باز هم تولدت را با تو جشن خواهم گرفت

زمین کوچک من

تولدت مبارک

آزاده
نوروز 1388

Ma petite terre, Bonjour
Joyeuse anniversaire

Je fête ton anniversaire
Par toucher les fleurs de mon Hyacinthes
Par écouter les chansons des petits oiseaux

Je fête ton anniversaire
Par aspirer la fraicheur du vent
Par chanter la chanson de l’existence

Je fête ton anniversaire
Par danser avec les éclats du soleil
Par chercher les visages heureux des passagers

Cette année je fête encore ton anniversaire

Ma petite terre
Joyeuse anniversaire

Azadeh
Nouruz 1388

Kamkars Concert

2009-02-21T18:23:00.007-05:00

Yesterday kamkars were in Montreal. They performed their persian and kurdish music as usual. But contrary to my expectations, I could not connect with the music as I assumed. Perhaps I was not in my perfect mood (or them).

Anyways, they brought me back some of my childhood memories. That is good enough.

shadows

2009-01-22T23:14:00.013-05:00

در سردترین شب خلقت ، سایه ها در حرکت بودند و هیچ نوری پیدا نبود. آنان بر مکان حکم می راندند و می خواستند حکمرانی زمان را نیز به دست گیرند. کسی یارای مقاومت نداشت. گاهی از گوشه کنار شب صدای سوزناکی بر می خاست که خبر از روبرو شدن انسانی با سایه اش داشت. سایه ها آزادانه در فضا می چرخیدند و در پی تسخیر روح هستی بودند. ترس بر همه جا سایه افکنده بود. آدمان می خواستند شب سیاه به صبحی سپید بگراید و سکوت شب شکسته شود اما انگار زمین از چرخش باز ایستاده بود

Piano

2009-01-17T16:07:00.006-05:00

It may be a good idea to forget about 3tar for a while and think about this marvellous instrument... PIANO

Sheyda Sheyda Sheyda Shodam

2008-12-11T15:40:00.010-05:00

شيدا شدم (ایوان مدائن) شهرام ناظری

پيدا شدم پيدا شدم

پيداي نا پيدا شدم

شيدا شيدا شيدا شدم

پيدا پيدا پيدا شدم

من او بودم

من او شدم

با او بودم

بي او شدم

در عشق او چون او شدم

زين رو چونين بي سو شدم

چون او چون او چون او شدم

شيدا شيدا شيدا شدم

پيدا پيدا پيدا شدم

Download the music:

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Wisdom and Ignorance

2008-12-05T11:42:00.005-05:00

در جهان تنها يك فضيلت وجود دارد و آن آگاهى است و تنها يك گناه و آن جهل است و در اين بين، باز بودن و بسته بودن چشم‌ها، تنها تفاوت ميان انسان‌هاى آگاه و ناآگاه است.

مولانا و كيمياى مراقبه

Nobody belongs to me...

2008-08-28T11:50:00.004-04:00

I love them, from the deepest part of my heart
I am worried about how they are, what they do, how they feel
Their voice is like a music to me
I can hear them as if they are here, sitting beside me
I smile to their face even if I don't see them
I do my best for making them happy
I become a child, a mother, a lover
but they are not mine.
They do not belong to me.

Azadeh

Ponder!

2008-07-24T16:34:00.001-04:00

One of the greatest blocks to our happiness is forgetting that it is not always about what is happening to us -- it's more about the way we see it.

"The real voyage of discovery lies not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes."
Marcel Proust

what brings happiness to life?

2008-07-14T23:11:00.005-04:00

I wonder how seemingly unimportant things may cause great changes in life. Imagine buying a new bicycle and discovering every corner of the city, or buying a book you've always dreamt of. Sometimes life seems easy. SOMETIMES...

ponder !

2008-06-08T09:10:00.001-04:00

"If you love something, set it free; if it comes backs it's yours, if it doesn't, it never was."
Richard Bach

My most important decision !

2008-02-04T21:55:00.000-05:00

" Cette nuit, mon étoile se trouvera juste au-dessus de l'endroit où je suis tombé les années dernieres... "
Le Petit prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

It is strange, my birthday and the day I came to Canada are too near. It seems my important trips take place at the same zodiac. "Bizarre !"

Today is my birthday. Many years ago, one night like tonight, I made the toughest decision one could make. I decided to come to the world, I decided to live. I am sure at that day I did not know how risky and hard it would be. But I did it and I am happy with that decision.

I have come to a world full of beauty, mystery and also agony.
I've met many people, I've made many friends and I have understood what the meaning of love is. I have seen the harmony of the universe though for a short moment. I've learned many things and there are much more that I still have to learn. But during all this period , I have never been alone.

Thanks god for my being. And thanks all those who taught me how to live.

"Tonight, my star can be found right above the place where I came to the Earth, many years ago..."

The little Prince- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Forugh

2008-01-08T11:57:00.001-05:00

The fifth of January (15 th of Day) was the anniversary of the Forugh Farrokhzad birth, so I decided to put a part of her poem "Another birth" in my web blog.
for Audio file click : AnotherBirth

May her peace-seeking soul rest in peace in heaven.

Another Birth
...
In a room as big as loneliness
my heart
which is as big as love
looks at the simple pretexts of its happiness
at the beautiful decay of flowers in the vase
at the sapling you planted in our garden
and the song of canaries
which sing to the size of a window.
...
I will plant my hands in the garden
I will grow I know I know I know
and swallows will lay eggs
in the hollow of my ink-stained hands.
...
No fisherman shall ever find a pearl in a small brook
which empties into a pool.
I know a sad little fairy
who lives in an ocean
and ever so softly
plays her heart into a magic flute
a sad little fairy
who dies with one kiss each night
and is reborn with one kiss each dawn.

Source: http://www.forughfarrokhzad.org

Your Verse

2008-01-03T13:34:00.000-05:00

¨That the life exists and identitiy,
That the powerful play goes on,
And you may contribute a verse,
What will your verse be?¨

Dead Poets Society

Harmony

2007-11-16T16:48:00.000-05:00

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

2007-07-17T20:29:00.000-04:00

« 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

…

“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?

2007-05-20T01:45:00.001-04:00

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

2007-04-24T20:16:00.000-04:00

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

2007-04-08T17:10:00.001-04:00

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.

.
.
.

I hear the voice who tells me:

THIS IS OUR CHOICE AND THIS IS HOW WE GROW!

Sohrab Sepehri life calendar

2007-03-31T22:57:00.000-04:00

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

2007-03-31T22:21:00.000-04:00

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

2007-03-25T21:59:00.000-04:00

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

2007-03-23T21:52:00.000-04:00

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...