So this morning my mom flew back to Toronto. And I’m still very much struggling with the rather large collection of ‘full immigration / starting your life from scratch on a different side of the globe’ issues. Oh, and back in my birth country people are rioting again, and the government is shooting at them again. And I’m still very much not over the heartbreak I experienced due to the loss of a friend recently. And I already miss my mom…. =”(
To anyone who ever asked me what could possibly sink my spirits down, well, there you go.
When the dark wood fell before me And all the paths were overgrown When the priests of pride say there is no other way I tilled the sorrows of stone
I did not believe because I could not see Though you came to me in the night When the dawn seemed forever lost You showed me your love in the light of the stars
Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me
Then the mountain rose before me By the deep well of desire From the fountain of forgiveness Beyond the ice and the fire
Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me
Though we share this humble path, alone How fragile is the heart Oh give these clay feet wings to fly To touch the face of the stars
Breathe life into this feeble heart Lift this mortal veil of fear Take these crumbled hopes, etched with tears We’ll rise above these earthly cares
Cast your eyes on the ocean Cast your soul to the sea When the dark night seems endless Please remember me… Please remember me… Please remember me…
A really amazing poem by Dr. Ali Shariati. Sorry for not translating, would really kill the feeling. The main theme is around how a true human’s humanity causes them to take in a great deal of pain in this world..….
I also created a Verse page for Dr. Shariati here. It’s still empty-ish but well… working on it. Feel free to join add stuff….
خدایا کفر نمی‌گویم، پریشانم، چه می‌خواهی تو از جانم؟! مرا بی آنکه خود خواهم اسیر زندگی کردی. خداوندا! اگر روزی ز عرش خود به زیر آیی لباس فقر پوشی غرورت را برای تکه نانی به زیر پای نامردان بیاندازی و شب آهسته و خسته تهی دست و زبان بسته به سوی خانه باز آیی زمین و آسمان را کفر می‌گویی نمی‌گویی؟! خداوندا! اگر در روز گرما خیز تابستان تنت بر سایه‌ی دیوار بگشایی لبت بر کاسه‌ی مسی قیر اندود بگذاری و قدری آن طرف‌تر عمارت‌های مرمرین بینی و اعصابت برای سکه‌ای این‌سو و آن‌سو در روان باشد زمین و آسمان را کفر می‌گویی نمی‌گویی؟! خداوندا! اگر روزی بشر گردی ز حال بندگانت با خبر گردی پشیمان می‌شوی از قصه خلقت، از این بودن، از این بدعت. خداوندا تو مسئولی. خداوندا تو می‌دانی که انسان بودن و ماندن در این دنیا چه دشوار است، چه رنجی می‌کشد آنکس که انسان است و از احساس سرشار است
Hey, I'm Aasemoon, and this is my blog which has been around since 1998. Childhood toy project that ended up growing up with me.
You can reach me here:
aasemoon.blue
Zorbas is my kitten. You can see some pictures of him below. =)
