The Shape of Need

The Lilac dancing swiftly
Doesn’t matter who is who
We are really, truly one

Words are spoken to you
Telling thoughts that are said
To a someone’s soul called me

Where have you truly been?
What have you really seen?
Which era have you chosen?

Our days of cuddled care
Oh eons pass us by!
Or is it more?

The lessons
We, the lessons
In the mirror
Through the air

The monsters
And the demons
Devouring joy
Are really us

The numerous
Deja-vus of
Every second
Endlessly awake

The ascendant
When will thou-

In every corner
You struggle
They flutter on
Your wings

Of stillness
Of a promise
Things which
Aren’t there

Taste of
Which might
Take you

To a land






The Light


In a world
Where good intentions
Are taken
For malice-

keep trace of
The moon
You call me
A lunatic
That bites

I’m lost in
Between what is
And what if
And also what
There was

The mirror’s
Foggy feeling
And opaque-ness
Not caring
If I sighed
And drew on it
An eye

The truth is
That we lie
We look us
In the eye
Forever lies

And then the
That binds
The darkness
That defies
Our fears
And demise

We falter
We let go
Of intention
And of love
We just go
Knowing nothing
Feeling awe

The sun though
Shines again
Every single
Day it shines
And spreads
Its rays of truth

The moon is
Always present
It shines its
Gleaming glow
It’s present
And it watches
Through the dark

It’s maybe time
That I awoke
High time that
I resigned
The sordid waves
Of hatred
The ignorance
Of must

The choice
Is moving
To stars
Their shining

I care not
If one chooses
To close
Their eyes
And die

I’m here
To meet the light

Note to a prior self

echoes_by_reality_must_die-d5xofjjArtwork: ‘Echoes’ by Reality Must Die

You say that your shit is real. Well, so is mine. It’s just that my shit looks very different from yours. You see, my shit has been about dropping out of the ‘serious’ world along with all that the ‘serious’ man has established in it; all that has lead us where it has and to that which there is. The shit which I am referring to is a playful, childish one in whose clarity and purity I would delightfully take pride.

The joy of getting rid of all inhibitions and don’ts, the presence of all possibilities, dreams and hopes. If this is said to be “clinging to mere delusions” then let it be! Is not spending a lifetime, trying to stay inside the frame also an illusion and a bitter one no less? Do we not have a choice? Is it not I who choose to create the reality of my life by means of my own unique imagination? Is it not we who choose to see life and the world in this particular way that we do?

Then, why make moments bitter? Is it for a better cause? Can you think of a cause, better than joyfulness and love for life? Is this being ‘serious’ causing you happiness and joy? Is it or is it not?

Why make it bitter for you or any soul that walks this earth? There is coffee for that! Have we not had enough of judgement? Some have chosen to call it criticism! Who has given us the position to criticize one another? Needless to say, it IS one of the billion choices we have been granted to make, but have we ever paused to ponder if our critique is necessary or even wanted by he who listens or that who doesn’t? Do they even want to hear it?  Needn’t we simply shut up at certain moments and only breathe and let it be? I only ask, I merely wonder…

Would I choose to make life bitter by expecting others to see matters how I have chosen to see and perceive them? You see, we look at things very differently; Realizing this very point, could be the outset of mutual respect, the beginning of acceptance, the emergence of letting go.

Let’s agree, let’s disagree, let’s not give a fuck when we don’t want to. Let’s explore the possibility that some of us are more awake and perhaps even more evolved. Let’s try to see the differences that very clearly exist in an effort to digest one another’s madness.

Our traits make us who we are; you choose to be conservative, you value tradition, you praise social etiquette, you cling to “the establishment” and decide to be part of “the system”, Just as someone chooses the exact opposite of those values and cherishes them.

A soul’s concern might be that of a cosmic level while yours might be more on a ‘regional’ level. Our worlds are created in various sizes and colors. Shall we choose not to enforce our world and our thoughts on any soul? This enforcement could lead them away from their own journey; the universe that they are living to create every day.

There are things about my demeanor that could agitate you, get on your nerves. Why? Find the answer within. They are devoid of me, those concerns. They have to do with you. It’s a very old-fashioned notion called ‘Projection’. Just as I am to a degree projecting here, into this mirror of thoughts and words, black and white, Regurgitating my mentality and self.

To have the ability to tell honesty from lies. Our eyes can rarely ever lie! Shall we not choose to put up with one another’s shit if we really must and try not to make each other become that which is neither us or the other? Basically and alien, lost, trying to please rather than be.

I am not here to please anyone or make anyone happy. If it happened that I became the means for either of those to happen, that is just fine; but still not the reason that I am here.

At the end of all this, say to my: fuck off you many-toned philistine! That could be your choice as well. But please, whatever you have to say, say it to my beautifully self-contradictory face and let’s have a dialogue sometime about all this, over some bitter coffee.




No eyes
A stare at me
Seamlessly ablaze

History of times
Gains a gleaming glow
Of gratitude and might

They beckon
With their presence
This brooding look of awe

The thrust
Of fears abundant
The ruthless glare of light

The Soothing pain
The Seething gnaw
Senselessly aflame

Come hither
Child of darkness
You Soul of glinting light

Let’s meld
And mold
And mingle

To melt you
Into presence
Unto warmth

To purify
Your being
And your I

Don’t look me
In the eyes
For you may falter

One Feigns a manful heart
To fear though
Does depart

Let me take you
Through my whispers
To twirl and intertwine

I shall show you
Things a glimpse of
You have been

Come hither
To abundance
Of my arms

I love you
Scorching sun
But merely from above

I dance for now
Around you
You ever-brimming bright

No eyes
You stare at me
Seamlessly ablaze



ما را چه آمد؟
سراسر دروغ شدیم.
از آن نگاه اثری نماند،
آن نور دیگر نبود.

آوازها مان در پیله ای به تکرار ماند.
هراس، تشویش، انزوا-

آرام جانم،
تو نگاهبان خورشید بودی-
و من آتش دار شعر اشتیاق.

چگونه به این زمستان رسیدیم-
و خشکاندیم و خشکیدیم؟

چرا از هم ترسیدیم؟
ما دیگر ما نیستیم؛ می دانم.
اما دل نگرانم-
از آن که شدیم:

من و تو،
سرگشته ی حیرانی…
به انزوای دروغین لحظه ها-
و انبوه تنهایی
و اندوه اشک
و اندود ناله ها.

ما، مَرا می ترسانیم و تو؛
که مجنون تصاویر شدی
و زاده ی کلامِ بی مَن.

کاش نور را باور می داشتی؛
و دمی دیگر می ماندی.
بال هایت می رسید-
و تو را می رُبود.

Artwork: The Summit from Sand and Foam, Khalil Gibran




Your thoughts of thanatopsis-
Exuberance, fatigue,
Go gather in a bundle; many-toned.

On a day-not far from this-
Hoist it unfurled-
A thousand-colored, many-pieced sail.

Set out to the sea, Ulysses.
To the wind and-
Sail away.

Move with the wind and Lay.
Make love with the wind and sow.
Stay with the wind, Give all.

Let the breeze-
Be sieved in through your cells,
Leave you absolutely light.

On the surface-
Of the ocean.

No fear,
No death,

Barefoot were we born;
In every bivouac-

To our pain,
Our deprivation,
Our love and to our tears.

Every minute-
Breathing in new air,
Man afresh.

To walk with death-
With none of dread.
Shamelessly disrobed.

by Minoo Abtahi/Sina Saberi

Ulysses & Penelope by Francesco Primaticcio
[Toledo Museum of Art, Toledo, Ohio]



Artwork: Times of transition by Michelle Jader

Dear those who dared to die,
Was it painful or-
A moment of divine?

What was the thing that died?
Our soul, the self, the mind?
Or something not defined?

How did it feel?
A transition to beyond?
Or a circuit to go back?

Oh I’ve also thought of death;
Time and again….
This oblivion of awe.
The candle’s quiet calm.

So tell me, did you find it-
That thing-
Our soul has sought on end?
I know you were a seeker.

Of adventure
And of love.
I know you sought the light-
Even though you called it life.

Do we make it when we leave?
Does this limbo cease to be?
Do we shiver? Do we shine?
Do we get to feel alive?

Is it a notion of forever?
A glimpse of what is right?
A veil of nonexistence?
A remedy of hope?

Why do photos look so-
Different, when we die?
The look that we behold-
Does come from other realm.

A meaning hard to find,
A notion so refined.
Translucent, resilient,
And gone.

Something adds up-
To us all.
One thing leaves-
Another lights.

Not to be


When darkness falls upon my eyes-
Through winter’s plight of passing pain
I’m nowhere to be found and then-
I’m lost again, I fade.

Through days of sunlit morrow land-
Redundancies of thought,
There’s ray of hopeful morrow;
One that’s very minuscule.

Seamstresses of nature land-
Have made it through the darkness and-
They’ve shone again once more;
They have shown us rays of light.

I wish I knew your secrets;
So that I could lay with you.
I will, were am, a prophet-
From lands of timeless rain.

I heard that when it rained-
Upon skies that held the sun,
There’d be rainbows;
Tales of cosmic beauty.

Today was very sunny,
Then it drizzled;
This I saw.
Yet no rainbow did I see.

Today was very sunny,
Then it drizzled;
I’m in awe.
No rainbow do I see!

Perhaps it’s only me.
It’s only you.
It’s only us.
It’s not beauty that has hid.

We’re fast asleep-
And are all gone.
We’ve decided-
Not to be.