The Fall Room

Intro

Painting and words combine, to portray a scene, a whole. and I wished I could acompany both with the music that I listened to, when I painted each painting or wrote each letter. Audio, Visual, Verbal.

Neda Bostani, a beautiful spirit, a theoretical physicist and an auditory artist, which I met serendipitously in Reston Virgina, once advised me to maybe put a cheesepuff in my mouth to experience all the senses all at once when painting. But I have my tea and cigarettes, and I hope you have a bag of cheesepuff, or maybe tea around when reading this. And I hope you listen to a type of music that truly came from twists and turns of the sheet of the muscle of heart while reading, but none is a necessity. My suggestion is Maestro. Mohammad Reza Shajarian, and perhaps through the selection of his music curated by dear Soroush Kamalian.

and now a short description of where I walk.

In this world of numbers, additions and subtractions, and specially divisions; the writings and the paintings and the music, opened me to the mystique, and “Erfan”.

And Erfan in my eyes - this romantic, somewhat an eternal beg, for beauty and meaning, this mode of seeing and hearing and touching, and self dialogue, and prayer - can possibly translate to poetic mysticism. As the meaning departs, Aref (عارف), the witness of Erfan, pleas; with no exchange in mind, surrenders all their words, all their movement and all their will to the destiny of this garden, this admirable whirlwind of change. Admits the eventual surrender, not to a higher power, but to the ever unfold of meaning and beauty and pain and everything. And now, I cannot see any other sense in beauty, except through the lense of Erfan, that sense of wonder, sincerity and poetic beg, humility and tears that follow. Dear reader, I love tears, and in my mind, each drop is earned, and each drop is a diamond, and I never felt closer to The Garden, than the time that tears departed my eyes.

Some of the writings are segments of longer writings but they came mysteriously with minimal intentions, into this page. I hope you find coherency in skimming or reading through this page. and a quick note, these days I appreciate mistakes in grammar and spelling, a signature of alive speaking to alive, and apologies for the intended mistakes made by this unwise being.

And Welcome

... And that is our coat of arms,

no uniforms, only colors and songs,

our arrows, are flown by doves

and our towers are the cypresses,

signals, sent from cypress to cypress, as touched by the breeze,

we will have coverage everywhere, one day,

and our war plans, are painted on canvases

and our contracts, in our hugs, sealed, signed and fortified by wine.

the NDA's are our kisses on each shoulder

and our solitaries, our ateliers,

and our war-room be by Walden

the roads our gardens,

and

our bunker, under the Mulberry tree.

In the trenches, I salute to you, a salute with my hands, embracing my own heart.

and a salute, with my hand, unlike their salute, that uses the heart and later aims high to lift them upwards to erase the blue of the sky and leave the used hearts and turn the green of the land to red, in their taste for blood.

I salute you, A salute for the heart, from the heart, A salute of the hand that forever is in debt to love, a salute of the hand that rests forever on a heart.

From Heart to hand, From hand to Heart,

And My knees felt by the green of this ground,

Salute,

to My Dear Forever Comrades,

Salute

To a Walden to be found

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Persephone was Dreaming - بود مسیح در خواب

The Garden

…

….

And Dear,

This world is ran by too many reasonable people

Too many chess boards

Too many words of precision

Too many dead engines

And pages on top of pages of numbers

And white boards of maps

Maps of how Irons connect

And cements held by cements

And maps of the ways to the moon

How about the treasure map of a rose garden

How about the map of the ways to be enchanted by the moon

How about a map of how to pour wine for friends

And a map to the heart of the loved

The schemes, to reach to the hands of the loved,

A ruse, to lay an eye, on an eye.

How about the unreasonable

Isnt it time Dear?

For the dictation of the rose?

Governence of lovers and the unsane

And the technology of the spells, of whispers

Unreasonble words,

Untameable winds,

Rogue souls

And the mutiny of beauty

its time Dear, for art of the wind,

Not force of the mind,

To carry us along

This time, for the chants of Hafez in the mosque

Not the carrots and the sticks of the preachers, and their roads to heavens in the tomb of the skies,

they lied, they heard their own sermon last night from a sinful drunk,

how about now,

for the key to heavens to be in our hands,

the key be your hand,

the key be mine

… ….

At the Gates of the Garden

…

And Dear,

Vague, is the wings of a brush

Vague is the spell in a poem

Puts forth,

A horse at the front of the line,

to hear

Unreasonable voices of the free air,

Wisdom of the wind

to bear.

When thirst arrived,

When in desert I wandered,

When the only dime I carried,

Was torn pieces of a prayer for the rain,

And when the breeze, reached for the still air,

I was carried away

When the drops fell from the skies,

And the scents of the garden were in the air,

I was carried away,

To who I prayed?

To The Rose and The Rain? Yes,

And yet, praise be for the breeze

To praise, the olive branch, or praise the dove?

To praise the words, or to praise the sound

The traveler or the horse?

The message or the messenger?

Carried away, I wonder, to who I should pray?

…

The Leaf, The Wind, The Flame

From "Where" does the wind start?
From "When" the first past is born?
What do the flames reveal?

asked
And the response:

I. From the leaves,
II. At the first ending
III. Time in reverse, soon to be unseen.

A leaf rides the wind silently and the wind is free. Lands gently in fire, and all that was unsaid, will be said by the leaf.

Flames paint the sight of the unseen life of a tree;
The leaf burning
two giraffes once sat under the shades,
Smoking the pipe, playing an afternoon chess game
For the stakes of who wins all the greens, and a cow was the referee.

In the crackles, The words untold, are voiced
and the ashes, to remember, once here, there was a momory, once on here, there was a scene.
Untold, Once here, a mulberry tree, drew the shape of a mulberry tree, on the back of a mullberry leaf.

Fire, revealed the story.
and once again
The wind collects the last words of another tree.
And the eye, sees, the fleeting sights and the ear hears the blended chatters of patient trees

A decision is made now, and tomorrow a decision is only memory. Will is now, and still tomorrow surrenders to dictation of the lost will of yesterday.
But, who blows the wind? Who wrote this story?
The fire and the trees. The uncatchable now, the will that never stays for any time to be seen.

Today, the leaves are still carried by the wind, free,
and the wind will be forever the wind. The giraffes are somewhere, the words etched here, and the cow turned out to be a fair referee.

Mist Born

From mist, faces are born

From ether, future came to light

From the pure of unknown, from the hidden neurons and unseen potassium ions, in those types of words, change came to the soul,

and words to brain,

and sound to ears,

and light to eyes

From random, in those types of words,

From cosmic background microwaves, in those types of words,

in those types of words, from space, her face came forth

And no need for those types of words, no more

Her eyes, blinks in every inch of light,

Her dance, in every blink of mine, in every drop of the flowing stream

and Her grace, Her grace only, can calm the heart

By rhythm of her hands, only, she pours the wine

And "I"s stumble and chase the next chalice

still drunk from last night.

From ether, future was born

and in ether the past rests,

From ether, the stories were told

From nowhere, her face unraveled

and the mist formed,

From nowhere, her home, her fair hands reached,

and secrets were spilled,

and wine poured

and us drunk, stumble in time,

again to chase the next chalice

still drunk from the wine, last night

A secret,

again, will her hands depart,

and in nowhere, and in no time, she rests,

and "I"s, are cups filled with tears, wine turned to clear waters,

the miracle is,

to turn rubies into diamonds

and again her hand reaches, from another corner unseen,

and diamonds shine as rubies

and water will be wine.

On a street, a stranger, is a familiar face

A pizza delivery man, next to a filled elevator, is an angel, and perhaps Gabriel, perhaps Khedr,

Gabriel and Khedr, the drunk angel, The hidden prophet, spilling the never ending secrets, kissing and telling, a forever tale,

a story as old as time

a sight as new as now

and, dear friend, whether kind or unkind,

wise or unwise,

learned or not,

In innocence, "I"s eyed the next chalice,

with white gloves or not, we carried our bibles, our Qurans, our Torahs,

Nude or not, we carried our bodies,

clean from past, we carried our hands,

we moved in this strange land,

we swam in these strange waters,

flew like seagulls,

across seas, in the hope of new islands,

bird eyes, watched, what deserved to be watched,

drunk on waters, this fish, this "I", swam,

In shame, In pride, "I" slithered,

chasing the next cup,

on the sidewalk,

we walked

On a canvas, A stranger, a new look for a curved line, reveals a portrait, a scene,

stranger to the hand, familiar to the eye

Music, a new chant to one ear, a new and again familiar to the another ear,

From mist,

these fairies were born,

The nymphs, The sirens, The faces, The Dance, The red lips,

and Yet,

the one with many portraits,

reached from ether, to mist, to you, to "I"s.

Light dances in the might of the dark,

and Dark spreads the wings across,

surrounds every angle, but one,

and light is but a sight,

and light is cold and warm,

light is but a sense,

and yet, behind and beyond,

abundant is the dark, anywhere you don't look, all around

behind and beyond, as far as "I"s lost the sight.

And Sight is, but only the color of the night,

And Sight is, only the music of daylight,

And Sound is, only weeps of a mother, over a lost child,

And Sound is, only the crash of the waves on the rocks,

the chatters of a passerby,

and their hellos and their goodbyes,

Again each a pluck on the strings of the heart,

The heart is the only harp, played by two,

And one, remains unseen, on the other side, behind

In ether, only "I" walks,

In light, the other have thoughts,

and thoughts live in the glimpses, scattered in time,

and "I" thinks of what "I" did not,

In ether the drunk chases,

In light the other decides,

In ether the drunk hopes,

In light, "I" can only see the source of light

and departs to cold lands,

and again finds warmth,

and again departs,

and yet, "I" chases the chalice in the dark

In ether may the "I" roam,

Free "I",

in mist, may the "I" walk,

in light, I sit on the side of a road, on a busy street,

in the mist, "I" hopes, "I" waits

In light, I whisper a prayer for all the feet playing the drums of the sidewalk

Free the "I", In the smoke, the flame asks,

Free from chains of past, may change again roll the dice,

and the last cigarette,

and again and again I climb the way to up, and the elevator opens.

And the mist leaves the canvas,

and the smoke, returns to ether, home

friend, again asks, did you walk the streets?

and again I say, I sat on the sidewalk,

coffee is ready,

and books around,

and my bibles, 4 , "The prophet" written and painted, "The Flame", "The mist", "The Robe",

Reminders of her,

one on a table, and one leaned against a wall,

one on top of another,

and one facing a wall, and one facing where I rest my soul at night,

and Four turns to Five

prayers in my heart,

worries, in my thoughts,

hopes sown, for the next spring,

and breakfast spread is ready on the table,

for a messenger, a traveler, shall not return, in shame, with an empty hand

another chase of the chalice, traveling the sands and the dunes,

a golden robe, worn, to disguise the drunk "I", A Golden Robe for the road this time.

A glimpse of the mist is the gift of time, this time.

مسطور و مست هر دو چو از یک قبیله اند

ما دل به عشوه ی که دهیم؟ اختیار چیست؟

راز درون پرده که داند فلک خموش

ای مدعی نزاع تو با پرده دار چیست؟

حافظ

Suliman and A Penny

Nothing

A hole,

An entirety of its own,

In the midst of every thing

An entirety of its own,

Nothing,

Dear audience I have nothing in my pockets,

Nothing in exchange,

For what I received,

No words to teach,

No wisdom left on me

I only carry this penny,

Nude I was born

Forgiven I was born,

Chasing the chalice I was born,

The chalice, gold and blue

Bathed in wine,

I was born

The sun and the moon,

Under their spell, I was born

No words of wisdom left on me,

Except nothing

Nothing I carry, that is worth the merchandise you brought to my world

I carry this penny,

Spare me, your time,

Spare me the key to your heart,

Will you buy this penny from me?

In exchange, ill fill my heart with rivers

One for the road,

For my next tears

Ill fill my heart

With gold,

The stone

the weight

Ill fill this bag until its full

Spare me a few,

To see shabnam in you

Shabnam a jewel,

In her eyes, all colors dance around the moon

To see lindsey

Velvet across the moss,

The princess in the castle

And Anna,

ave maria,

Ave maria

Forgiven I was born

To see richard in you,

Bronze, my comrad in the tiniest of trenches,

And Jen,

My messenger, my pigeon, spilling all the secrets,

And John,

The companion in the woods,

Through and emerson,

And Alemu,

He always knew

All true

To see Shervin Ardeshir, Amir JabalAmeli, Alireza and Toktam

Arash Rafiei, Mostafa Aldilati, Ali Bagheri, My Brother Saeed,

Morad, Abbas Shiri, Ebrahim Barzegari, Mahdi Kaleyeh,

Farris Rahwanji, Mahdi Eshaghi, Ashkan Movaghar, Araslan Rajabi and Aida Tayebi

All, My messiahs,

All true

My Messiahs

You

All who came to rescue

Dear audience,

Spare me a few

To see father,

Patience, patience they told me,

Simple simple, he said all is in your sight,

Simple simple as it comes to you,

To see mother,

Depth of the sea,

Mother

My deep Oceanic blue,

And

To say farewell to a friend

Departed forever,

To say farewell through you

To see my grandfather, who I did not see,

And ivan is sitting amongst you.

Dear audience,

Spare me a few,

I borrowed a kiss,

A kiss and I told,

I borrowed another,

A kiss that, only the wind knew,

And I borrowed a penny

To tell you, that I am worth sparing a few

From nothing

All Becoming,

All coming to being

And thats a scene cannot be seen,

And cannot say but nothing

No wisdom is left on me

This penny is for you

Tomorrow I will not

Today not

Yes for today

Yesterday was no, will not

Yes to yesterday

And yet yes will not

Dear audience

Seen in front of me

Row by row

Unknown of me to you under this light,

Friends of tomorrow

A secret I tell you

Forgiven I was born

To find the dearest I was born

Chasing, the chalice

Yesterday I was born

A story is in change

I cannot say

Change is in change

I cannot advice

And yet mistaken I may

The words are filled with silent whispers

The most subtle

I cannot say,

Neither I know what could not be said

the tiniest waves that ride us

Or us sparrows singing the words of wisdom on a

Roof, a wired, a tree

Or under a table

Tiniest tables

For tiniest songs

Underneath laughters

Of lovers and friends

Solomon told the bandit,

A bandit, who sought gold and found dust of the desert

Who sought mirrors and found water

Solomon told the bandit,

A secret Ill tell you

Solomon who traded his carpet for a dusted penny in a bazar,

Solomon with an open tongue and closed misteries,

He fell upon that desert too,

A secret Ill tell you,

With the instrument of a bird, the wind moves

With the stomp of the hooves, the heart beat,

Fill your bag with the gold I carry,

That gold is abundant,

In this desert

Or give the gold to the wind

Dear audience,

I will never know what was said

In any word by me, by you, by any bible

Sound is moving

Song is singing

And the scene is showing

Here is a scene of me reading a poem,

A poem,

Ha haha ha ha ha - read melodic

A series of words

Found In solitude of being

Best i found to move the wind in this room

Best I found, to move hands, untouched

To give warmer hugs

Take this penny,

And Spare a few

Dear audience

Forgive me,

For I am being,

For I gamble and gamble,

With no hopes of winning

I gamble on meaning

Dear audience,

Forgive me for I smile and take to heart any compliment

I dodged,

Dodging the rose petals that is floating in the wind

سلیمان

باشد روزی تو دل به یغما بری از من

راهزن این میانه من و تو چوپان بر راه

باشد که تو روزی مسیح من باشی

قدم زنی بر وسعت و تو راز خرد بگویی بر موسی

راهزن میانه تو

و من رهرو

ره می برم به جایی جایستان

پرسیدی کجا

تو از کجا امدی،

هیچ

ره می برم به کردستان

نامت چیست

زبانت چیست

هیچ

ره می برم به ترکستان

صحرا بر گزیدم این بار

قصد مبود کردم

و قصدم بی قصدی بود

نامت مگوی

که زمان به تعداد شن این صحرا می شمارم

تو رهرویی و من رهزن

تو.ره به من زدی.

و من بر جوارت راه رو

وقت وداع

بار و

ازدیاد از من زدودی

در میان زرستان

طلا گم در میان طلا

من طلا نجویم و بارم از برای تو بود

عبا پس زد و

و به باد صحرا سپرد کلام

رهزن

کیستی

سلیمانم

زبانم باز و اسرار بسته

به نازبانی گویم یک بار

به ساز مرغی رقصد باد و

و به کوبه ی سم ها

می تپد قلب

هد هد به نای

تو بگو

من رهگذرم در میان خانه و میخانه

ره گم کردم

من رهزن ره جویان

طلا جستم و

خاک یافتم

اینه جستم

و اب یافتم

غبار از رویم می روبم و به صبح هر سحر مبارک

مرغی بانگ می دهد که هر انچی رفتی، به وقت ستاره شب باز از نو بروید

کیمیاگرم

طلا جستم و

به صحرا افتادم

و تو را یافتم

تو ره از من زدی

و مردمان دیگر خوانند

سلیمانا، قالیچه ای داشتی روزی

چه شد؟

ربودند ان را؟

حکایتی و یک شکایت

در میان بازار قالیچه فروشان می رفتم

رنگین بر رنگین افتاده و داد و هوار که ای مردم

این بر ان ارزنده تر و ان زرش براق تر

و اما بر خاک گدایی

نشسته بود مردی

هذیان گوی می گفت که

در این بازار هر چه ارزنده تر

غبار اغشته تر دانم

و درمی داد خاک خورده

از توبره گدایی

و چاره از من برید

که فرشم فرشی بود برازنده به خاک خوردگی ان درم

فرش دادم و درم خریدم

خاک دادم و خاک ستاندم

و ان خاک مرا به صحرا زد

مرا به صحرا زد

و شکوه ام

هیچ

به باد صحرا دادم

شکوه ام هیچ

که این چه موریانه ای بود که بر عصایم زد

و بنیاد تختم بر باد را بر خاک فکند

و این هم حکایتی

نه چندان برازنده ولی حکایتی در باد

گدا که بود

نمی دانم

راز ان خاک و این صحرا و تو رهزن چیست

نمی دانم

از ندانم طلا رست بر من

و عصا باز رویید بر دستم

سلیمانم

زبانم باز و باز نمی دانم

چه گفتم چه شنفتم

چه دادم و چه استاندم

از ندانم موی به سحر نقره دادم

و زر استاندم

ندانم مرا به ره تو زد

هر چه خواهی از این پر کن

که زر بسیار و انبان کم

یا نه

طلا را هم به باد بسپار

تا روزی باد راه تو جوید

و رهت زند

که غبار شب از رویت بروبد«

The Mist, The Mystery, The Mystic

چه شیطان و چه فرشته ای

در بر باد سرد

یک روز داغ نشسته ام

در بهاری

پای خشکییه اخرین مردگان خزان

بر خود پیچیدم که چه کردم

شنیدم که از تو بود که بر تو بود

و خود گذیده ی خود نبود

کردار ما به خط توان ما

شنیدم که بس کن این خرافه را

پای به راه ده

دست به کار

وسوسه بود و

هر چه بر سفره بود دیدم و ندیدم

نه شیطان و نه مسیحی

نه مسیح و نه بهاری

هر چه عشق بود در دست باد بود و اتش جاویدان

مطمین می سوزاند

کودکی بر سر چوبی ایستاده که از هر سو ندای فرود و نزول می اید

فرود و نزول

و میانه ای نبود

چه گناهی

چه ثوابی

گناه بود

اما ثواب جز خرافه نبود

در دجله دادم و قطره ای باز امد که باز ان قطره هم به دجله باید داد

باز ان قطره هم به شعله باید داد

دستم بپیچید

و گناه و گناه که گناه گناه است و ثواب بی معنا

گناهم چه بود؟

گناهم این بود

گناهم ان بود

گناهم دانستن گناهم بود

گناهم. این بود که من یک بود و تکه تکه افتاده

گناهم چه بود؟

غل و زنجیر به هوس بود

چه رنگ افتاب

چه رنگ شعف

که افتاب داغ بود و سایه ها خشک و سرد

و میانه ای نبود

ترک باید گفت

یا نه

شهر دیگریست که برج هایش خشک تر از سفید

برف بارید و بارید

شهر دیگریست

غمگین تر

مردمانش بیش بر خون پای می کوبند

گناهم همین بود

بار سفر بستم

بار بی باری

بار بی باز گشت

بار تنهایی

مرثیه ایست برای من

دیگر راز هم نمی دانم

راز هم ترک باید گفت

خواب بود گذشته و از ان خواب تر خوب بهار فردا

چهره ها در پستو ها در هم غلتید و صداهایشان در هم تنید و از هم گسست

پدر که بود؟ بود؟

صدایش رفت؟

کجا؟

صدایش هست؟ اکنون کجا؟

عرفان و معنا و خرافه در همند

راه چیست بر ان چوبه

جر صدایی در خاطر که

اتش زیر پای و انا الحق در دهان

راه چیست بر ان چوبه؟

جز رود صوت

و شعله در کلام

و جز قبول وقوع

و جز ترمه بر حریق انداختن

ندا

که این چه موریانه ای بود که بر عصایم زد

مقبول مقبول

که این چه درنده ای بود که حریر از تن معشوق ما درید

ندا که مقبول بود و این مقبول چه بود دیگر

حکمت چه بود

مقبول مقبول

و دفاعیه در محکمه ی اشباح

که انا الحق

که برگ در باد زمان به شعله افتاد و برگ حق بود و باد باد

که خود گذیده ی‌ خود نبود

خرافه ای بر پس پرشانی دیگری

و هر صحنه پریشانی دیگری

بود در پس بود هم پریشانی دیگری و نبود هم همچو هر دو پریشانی دیگری

تو چه شیطانی دیگر

که در روز روشن در جلو چشم و عقل معنا می ربایی

تو چه شیطانی دیگر

که درد را نور حق کردی

تو چه شیطانی دیگر که پریشان می کنی خاطر

زلف می ربایی

تو چه شیطانی دیگر که خود را طبع جهان کردی

تو چه شیطانی دیگر که خود را هم رنگ زمستان و

روزی چون بهار می ایی و دل می ربایی. و داغ تابستان بر جان می گذاری و چشم را به راه خزان می سپاری

از ماه می تابی و وحشت بر دلم می اندازی

که ترسیدم که خنجر در دست معشوق نقره موی بود

تو چه شیطانی دیگر که در روز جادو می ربایی و صدایت از هر سو می گوید که برو بیا

برو بیا

برو و بیا

و اعداد ارقام بر سر ما خراب کردی

می رقصانی به ترکه ی سرعت و عجل بر دستت نشسته

تو چه شیطانی دیگر

که بودن و نبودن را ربودی

خشم برازنده سلام است بر تو

این هم خرافه ای

این هم گزافه ای در پس دریای گزافه ها

مگر شعر سعدی چه کرد؟

مگر حافظ کسی از بر دار ربود؟

مگر عشق و عرفان تو را مقلوب کرد؟

مگر حکایت ها تو را ارام کرد؟

مگر مردمان نبودند که اتش بر سر مشعل کردند

رقصان مگر نبودند؟

تو هم گزافه ای چون گزافه های ما

چه شیطانی چه فرشته ای

چه مسیحی که بر قاطری امد و شعله ور کرد

هر چه بود و نبود

مگر ازل این بود؟

چه طوماری چه کس با خون نوشت

که این شد

که اتش بر اتش افروختند

انا الحق اخرین گزافه ی ما و

اتشی که افروختی گزافه ی تو و

بدرود

یک درود

و سه صد دگرش بدرود

Desert Wonder

مجانین بیابان

و ما گمگشتگان بیایبانیم

به نعره به خنده در می نوردیم

و مقصد به اصل و وصل

و شنیدی سرود ما

مسطور به سکوت شبان

اینجا انجاست

که آب ز خاک به رنگ آینه زند بیرون

اینجا انجاست

که بازتاب نفس نمی شود پیدا

اینجا آنجاست که جز آه شب نیست هیچ نوا

اینجا آنجاست

که تنها لا یتناهی، هست تعداد نهایت ها

و ما سرگردانان شبیم

قدم ها

گاه سست

گاه رمین

هل داده به شنها

به نعره به خنده

گام به گام

به شن به شن

به شب

بیابندگان روح این صحرا

شنیدی سرود جنون ما

ما ملعبه ی ستاره گانیم و رمل و اسطرلاب

شگون به شگون

و رمز به رمز

مسحور خیال و مسطور به غبار

و به جوی جنون که در ماست روان

جوییده ایم ماسه به ماسه،

آینه به آینه.

به استسقا

دل داده ایم به جام و به داد و به باده

سر به ستاره کشیدگان، ما مجانین بیابان

می بینیم رنگ گیاه به کور رنگ خیال

می بوییم به آهنگ عطش‌‌‌ عطر آبی آب

و به جنونی که بر ما بود روا

باید که بیابیم کیمیای بیابان

The Bull in the Eye of the moon. Deev's Eye

The Bull and The Eye of The Moon

دیو و پروانه

In seasons, the reason, the heart and the soul, pass the torch among each other. The soul observes, and the reason voices, and the heart gambles in faith. The Deev, the Beast asks: what do you see in me?

"All Beauty", Mah Pishani says, right before the moon rose on her forehead. but in silence, the soul knows without words, to observe fair.

The eye of the Deev appears, and the soul knows, what is seen is what is seen. If not "All Beauty" in the eye, then the hand is here, the will is here, and the brush and the shovel there.

Today is a good day to gamble, the gambler said everyday. A good day to work the field, a farmer said every morning. This morning, the mist still breathes mist into the mist. A story blends into a painting, and a the kaleidoscope of being still rotating.

نرم و اهسته بیاییم

ریز و با عمزه برقصیم

دیو در خواب است

چشم که بگشاید

طرب ما بدرد

نفسش جام شکاند

و صدایش خون دل

را به فراموشی بچکاند

طرح کشیم در بر یک شمع

ترمه را جامه این شهر کنیم

بزم اهسته کنیم

که فیروزه ی ما را نرباید

آبگینه فلبت نشکاند

رقص پروانه کنیم

تا که سحری ابدی در نظر او بنگاریم

و بچرخد به دو سو

هر ان سو که نداند

و پروانه به افسار دو بالش

دیو را بدواند و بر او بار ازل را بنشاند.

Caught a sight, a seagull,
Witnessed a romance, an owl,
And Homa in forever flight

A seagull, takes off of land, for another,
A land that has not been found,
Flies across the sky,
Ocean as far as seen,
And only faith in heart,
Hours or days, the seagull is blind
To what this ocean will write
In memory,
In time,

An owl, sits on a branch
Turns,
lover and loved on a bench,
And the romance blessed, secrets kept
Words, sealed,
The owl sees what his eyes reveal,
And the owl hears what her lips read

Homa, flies
Never a reach,
Another Feather, another good reason for another flight,
From the heart of Homa,
The self reference,
The shade,
Another Color, subtle waves, generate
A flight for a flight,
A question for a question,
Being for being.
And meaning, is the bliss for a messenger,
sits, lips sealed, breathes, in that shade,
The self reference

Flight of a bird
Eye of a bird,
Faith in what the ocean brings
Homa flies in the owl,
And the owl becomes the seagull,
And the seagull sees the sight of a branch

Untold sights,
Sang ballads,
Silent flights

All in All

Bird Eye

آدمی مرغ محبت است

به قول سامان

آدمی مرغ محبت است
به قول سری از سرها
دلی از دل ها
از شیراز به نام سامان

و من هم کفتر باز
غریب گیر نیستم
ماهر هم نیستم
کفتر هامان مست اند و تلو تلو می خورند
و گاه چاه را راه می دانند
ولی هر روز کفتر پر می دهم
بر سر بام

سلام سامان جان
همسایه

خواننده عزیز, سامان همیشه فقط سرش پیداست پشت دیوار,
و مثل اینه خورشید می تاباند،

سامان
نامه هامان به نظرت می رسد؟
کفتر ها بر می گردند؟
کاش اگر نامه را باز نمی کنند حداقل کفتر را پس بفرستند
به خانه
به بام دل ما که پر شده از این پاکت ها و ان نامه ها
نا فرستاده ها
پس از انقضا،
نوشدارو ها که سوختند زیر این افتاب
نامه های عشاق پخش و پلا
و خبر ها از ناپیداها
و نامه هایی که مقصدش دقیقا هست و نیست نا کجا
ماندند زیر ان خروار

قربانت سامان
راستی سامان، نپرسیدیم، ما چرا کفتر باز شدیم
می بینمت فردا طلوع و غروب روی همین بام
قربانت به امید دیدار

نیایش برای وجود

عمزه بر موج می رانی

و از گوش چشم می پایی

چه سوال می توان پرسید

چه نیایشی و چه جادویی

چه پاسخ هست که مهر از زمان بگشاید

نگاره ای بر نگاره ای و نقاب در نقاب

روان بی تاب

و من اشتری که می جود خار و ریشه

به جستجوی زلال اب

معجزه برای من

و سحر برای دیگری

روان هست رنگناک

نخ به نخ دوار

و هر دور

رخ نمود به ۷۰ رنگ و یکی بر این بوم اینگونه نشست

و ان دیگر بوم در استان پرواز

و دیگری دل می رباید و روی بر می گرداند

روی بر می گرداند و به افسار می کشاند و

دیگری مسیح غمناک

آبی

خفته

و بر فراز آن

یک بار اسبی و یک بار جبرییل و خضر

نامه فرستاد

و من نامه را نگشادم و نامه-بر را در هوا ربودم

یک بار پرواز مرغی بر دریایی

هزار صورت هزار پستو و هزار اوا

هزار حالت هزار رویا

هزار سوال

و یکی جواب و هر جواب هزار راه

و بر هر راه رقصی برازنده

و بر هر راه یاری همراه

هزار یار و یکی سوال

هزار بار تکرار و یکی جواب

مسیح می آید

و می شود به خواب مبتلا

و خصر می گوید هذیان و هر نامعنا می دمد معنا

و در پس آن از امید می گوید

امید به پردیس

و سعدی یاد می اورد که بود آن ازلی

افتاده از بهشت

در رویا بر شاخ درختی اویزان

و اسمش بود شیطان

و شیطان زیبا و پر از دلیل

و از درد دلش می گوید به خواب زده ای

سعدی گفت این را و بر خاطره نگاره شد

رنگین تر از حمام شاهان و نقش ها بر کنیسه ها

شیطان داستان تو چیست؟

بر تو چه گذشت؟

ایا قلم هنوز در کف دشمن است؟ یا راه و چاهی یافتی

توبه کردی و علم بر زمین گذاشتی

و و بازگشتی به باغ و پرسه می زنی در رنگارنگ خواسته

یا در کنج خزینه ها اسرار با مردمان می گویی

آیا نگفتی که نا خواسته در باغ دیگری بگذارند؟

و دربی در میان آن؟

یک عصب می رقصد در مغز و هزار کلام می شود هویدا

یک عصب می رقصد و چهره ها رخ می نمایند

و این در ان پرسه می زند و ان جامی می نوشد

و زیبا رویی در زیبا روی دیگری حلول کند

یک عصب می رقصد و معنا به چشمان معشوقی بخوابد

و باز بیدار شوی به صبج فردا و جستجو کنی که کجا رفت

منم حریص زیبا

کجا رفت کجا خاموش شد

یک عصب می رقصد و زیبا رویی مسطور شود در زیبا روی دیگری

شتاب از چیست

گریز از چیست

ایها الناس

گاومیشی که انسان گونه بود از هزار تو گریخت

معمار را صدا کنید

که روح این مردمان می بلعد و رستم در خواب است بر پس آخرین خوان

چه شد که گریخت

چه کمندی توان ساخت که شاخش به زمین افکند

چه نقشی باز می گرداندش به قلب هزارتو

صورت گری صدا کنید

چه نوایی

مطرب صدا کنید

ایها الناس گاو میش از هزار تو گریخت و شهر ها را می بلعد

شمع دانی نخواهد ماند

ایها الناس

هزار داستان

هزار نقاب

هزار رنگ

هزار و یکی دو عدد معنا

ساقی تو بگو

در این میخانه خیر چیست؟

تو می دانی که نیک و بد چیست(؟)

تو می گویی که چه می دانی که بر اسرار نادیده و ناچشیده نام می گذاری

نه این شراب است و نه آن سپهر

نه این آشنا آشنا و نه آن پنهان ناپیدا

طبیب یکیستو مطرب دگرست و ساقی قدر جامت داند

اندازه داند و مست شناسد

و به ضرب خود خواسته بر پیاله گوهر و در بیفشاند.

چه چاره که رقص خوشست در پی شرابی خوش

چه چاره که حافظ گفت و خیام

که بساز با ما و شرابم کم درد بریز

که تازیانه ام نزنند

که بر راه خانه پای نلغزد و سرم بر سنگ سخت نکوبند

بزم می خواهم

طرب و رقص زلف می خواهم

آب می خواهم و باران

یاقوت و الماس نمی خواهم

فیروزه به دستان

ساقی تو بگو این دعا که عرفان نیست.

زیاده خواستم؟ و

این خواسته که هذیان نیست

مگر نا زیبا چه بود

جز زندان شده ای اویخته به فراموشی ها

مگر چه خواستم جز زیبا کردن نا زیبا

این دعا نمی تواند بر زمین گلین ما شود مستجاب؟

و نه من به مسجد رفتم و نه دگر عشاق

که نه

سجده نکردم بر کسی

که دعا به اشک وضو می گیرد و ایمان در شراب می جوشد

که نه سجده را بر کسی روا ندارم

اگر پای را باید بوسید حرمت خستگی قاطری بود

که بار پیر مردی بر دوش کشید

اگر دست بوسید

دست نوازش یار باید بوسید

که دستی بود که شبی خواب آلود مو به مو زلف یار شمرد.

این دنده و این فرمان

و دانم که گفته اند صلاح مملکت خویش خسروان دانند

نیایش از نو می نویسم:

که من به پردیس نخواهم رفت

به پردیس نخواهم رفت

اگر خوب رویی را که در قلبم قمیش انداخت به ان راه نباشد

به درب پردیس می نشینم گر خوب رویی باید به باد هیچ سپرد

و رنگی از ان بال هما می باید زدود

که رنگ را به تمام می خواهم

نه من نمی دانم

قمار نمی خواهم

تو بنویس

چرخ روزگار بچرخان

ولی قلبش را در خون نغلطان

بگذار طلا بروید و

شب از کنجها بخزد و سیاه سایه ای شود بر درختی

و نقش درخت به سفید نور بیانداز.

نیایش از نو می نویسم و اقرار نامه با استخوانی که در قلب رویید

و جوهر به آبی روح که باشد دریا شود روزی

و سرخ و سفید و بلور و سبز در ان پرسه زند

و زر به عمقش نهفته شود

نقاب از رخت نمی توان برداشت

نه می خواهم نه می توان

نه رستم نه درویش

نه به زبان و نه به خیال

این نامه به کیست؟ نمی دانم

این نامه به چیست؟ نمی دانم

برای کتابچه ایست که پر گفت از نا معنا

که رقص روح به قلم بیاورد

و نادیده ها و نا شنیده ها در زمان

جوهری بر کاغذی لغزید

و عصب رقصید

و یک سنگ خاک شد و به عصاره گل و گیاه اغشته

نامش شد رنگ

و موی اسبی در قلم

و اسب در خیال

سنگ را دوباره نگاره کرد

و باز عصب رقصید.

و رنگین حریر دیگری به جانم تنید

رنگین حریر که بافتی به چرخ فکر،

جانم به فکر و فکرم به جان تنید

هر غلتش خیال، گره می زند مرا

هر دُور چرخِشَش، نفس می کَنَد ز تن

هر تار تار پود، رخنه ای به من

هر گوی گوی اشک، سِیلی که خاکِ رو بَرَد

راه نیست به فصلت، به لطف این گره

بر ‌سطر سطرِ عقل، حکم خَتَم زَدَست

از صبر گفته ای، الوعده کی وفا؟

امراض جان فقط به طِبِّ شَرَر شود شفا

خشکیده-اوراقِ-خاطره خاشاک می کنم

مِی گون-خونِ-دیده ،نَفتی بر آن رَوا

از آه دل بَرَش دمیده تا شعله سر کشد

این شامگاه به داغم حریقی کنم به پا

از ارتفاع اخگرش، اختر بَرَد حسد

از وِرد وِرد سِحرش، قمر بی ثمر نَما

کاه کاه ز جان کَنده و هیزم دهم نثار

رقصان در آن، تافته سوزم و خود را چنین رها

Pan

خضر

و خضر گفت به موسی

مگو و مپرس

من هستم پیام اور از تو به تو

از من به او

و تو به من

پیام اور از ناپیدای درون

از نازک چشم در خواب

چه ساحر

چه مسطور

چه زیبا روی

چه غمگون

چه نیلگون، محجوب به طلا

چه طلا ، چه عور و غریق بلور، در دریا

و موسی پرسید

این چه نا پیداست

که سر باز می کند و دست به روزگار می برد،

سرک می کشد از گوشه کنار در بینا

چه مسطوری که هست پیدا در ابر ها

و بذر می پاشد

گیاه می کوبد به سُم و معنی می روید به صبح

این چه ناپیداست که دستش در میان هزار دست هست پیدا؟

و موسی دیگر نگفت

و خضر با هزار نام دیگر بر او شد پیدا

گاه در دوستان

گاه در رویا

گاه بر بوم دلش

گاه نامه ای اورد از برون به درون

و گاه لوح شکسته ای از ان سو به این سو

خضر غیب گوی

خضر مست و مجنون و اسرار گو

دهانش گاه لق، و گاه خزینه اش مرموز و کلید ندارد این قفل

خضر بر اسب

چاپار

بیابان شناس و شناگر و کول بر، پر می کشد گاه و گاه از نفس می گیرد و از کنجی می خزد به تو و می دمد

و پیام اور به من و به او

و نامه برد یک شب از مظلوم به معشوق

ردا پوش

برای طوفان مسیر

برای شبی که از دیوار مردمان بالا رفت و راز دلی در خواب دیگری انداخت

و کس ندید که که بود و چه شد.

خضر این بار هم رفت و موسی ماند و حوضش.

و طلا شد گوساله و گوساله در یک ماز انسان به نیش کشید و

کودکی را قربانی گرفت و اینگونه پرستش شد

فوقع انچه پرواز هما به خیال نوشت و موسی و من و علیرضا و جبل و دیگر ها ماندیم و حوض بلورما.

A flute in one hand

Untouched,

Cheerful with The ground,

The green of the grass

Knock knock,

P. Who's there?

D. Im a god, a goddess, I came here for therapy

Im Dionysus

P. Whats the reason for this visit?

D. Im hung over

Im heart troubled

P. Come in

P. A flute in one hand,

Take a seat

Do you want some tea?

Whispers: Pan puts tea on, in the backyard of pantheon, laughs

Who troubled this heart, this time?

And by the way, where is Hestia?

Oh I forgot, she is busy keeping all warm

What is the trouble?

D. The hung over, the festivity spoiled

P. You fell again?

D. I didnt, the Vase fell,

The vase broke,

And the spoil

I remained with the spoil the next day

Whats the wise in all of this justice

For a moment of pride

A moment of shame

P. For a moment of love

A moment to separate

D. Arent you the dramatic one?

P. Arent you the wise one?

Picket Line For the Heavens

The drunk dreams

where is tomorrow, I cant see

when was the past, not near me

a drunk wild dream

The horse beats the drums

of the free

The sun, chases the gold,

The bull. eye of the moon,

The sailor said,

I forgot,

To who I prayed this time,

I forgot,

the sun or the moon,

again and again, all rose a new,

A saint, an idiot,

The saint prays,

the idiot gambles,

The saint has faith,

the idiot hopes,

the saint and the idiot,

both at the ends of the same table

Memory reads

only change is seen

And memory,

a gift to the wind

And the constant sight,

a gift to the sun

The light

The pirate dreamt

a drunk dream,

soft is the skin

velvet across the moss

silk weaves silk from now to new

threads across, threads tied to threads

thought to thought, letter to letter

ocean to motion

a wave rides a wave

and rocks unseen upon the shores

The sun turns to the new moon

and the new moon fades to the same sun

The stars align

And the waves carry,

And the breeze guides,

Across the bright fate of this night

the saint gambles and the idiot prays:

on two feet, on a ship on the ocean this time

Who is here and who is behind?

Who is me that rides this ride?

who rolls the time,

tames the tides, and

Who shoots the shot?

I searched for your eyes

A Simple sight

Speak, a Simple sound,

True or False

Wheels grind grains,

True to False,

Wheels grind words, meaning arise

True to False

False felt, unseen, undenied,

True discovered,

boulders are never light on a shoulder

And All in all again, begins the time,

all rise mystified

True or False,

I searched for your eyes

wisdom,

the ocean takes this ship

wiser than this

fear or love?

tears or smile?

and I heard,

choose faith or absurd,

Faith I replied,

faith in change

faith in sight

faith in light

faith in delight

faith in being

faith in meaning

faith in delight

faith in alive

faith in clock

faith in flames

faith in finite

faith in the might

faith in now

faith in this

faith in delight

Faith I replied,

True or False

right or wrong

Faith in faith

who dealt these cards

Faith in roll of this dice

who chained change?

who weaves time?

I pray,

grace grace grace,

Nots of nots,

Locks on locks,

chains of change

chained to the sea

change chained to the eye,

chains locked in chains

the veil shakes

beauty appears

beauty departs, a tragedy

The veil shakes

Absurd shouts

horror seen

horror sneaked behind

wields my hands,

wields the mind,

dance of deny,

No escape

from eternity

stones mindlessly floating in space

uncared for

untouched by meaning

meaning an absurd coincidence

absurd shouts

and I say I beg

I beg

and I say

I wont

No I wont

faith in what?

I lost faith

I give in

in the face of the might, of the great,

the void, absurd

steals life, offers safety, a bribe to accept

for what? for what?

the absurd shouts in the distance

For what? for what?

I shout in the face of meaning

you ask for too much

absurd shouts

Cannot be found

absurd shouts

the shores you left

for the search of that land

absurd, absurd,

absurd shouts

Finite finite

live life

in chains absurd shouts

ignore, deny, delay

death absurd shouts

flowers on the seas,

they dont grow,

come back to the scorch of this finite land

flowers in wild

distant lands, you wont see, absurd shouts

Should I sail?

or land on a safe shore,

and call this a day?

For a drunk,

a gamble is delicious

I gamble in faith

faith in being

that there is meaning

that these stories are not deprived

I sail

I see a storm and I pray

that its a test of faith

faith in test of faith

I am blind to ways back

and I forgot where I came from

Only way is way of the seas

a drunk dreams

where are the shores?

eyes examine blue by blue,

this blue and that blue,

for a grain of sand, a touch of gold

a drunk says

crucify me, for I gambled on you

I quasimodo, monarch of the fools

I robin hood, stole faith from the books

a drunk sails

waves upon waves

a full moon in storms

a bull, in the eye of the moon,

and a moment of breeze, of comfort

where is the destination,

when is the time

the drunk chants,

but dear,

its you and me,

hooo, hoo,

you?

who?

absurd shouts,

enough with sorrow,

long live, eternal bliss

The drunk replies

absurd silence

where have you gone to?

and are you searching too?

No use in words,

and I kissed and told,

but in good faith

in search of my fantasy

fantasy of who is worth beauty

and each eye was worth beauty

and each skin worth satin

and for each ear a siren

and for each siren a final kiss

a sailor dreams

A pirate of a kind

I sought the treasure

and I stole kisses from sirens

Bounty of the serpents

curved, on the shores

unsuspecting

rainbows,

In the prism of their scales,

mist rains colors

colors are light trapped in silver

one by one, they hear the waves on this ship

one by one, they join the waters

The sound is honey to my ears

and I surrender,

I surrender,

to their chants,

I surrender,

to their feast,

and I fell for all,

and for them,

I fell for each

join the sea, I said

Join the blue, I said,

All body all you,

I was forgotten,

I was lost in the sea,

so who sees?

absurd shouts,

and I felt the fangs,

the toxin,

oh the toxin

my nectarine

These beauties,

unsuspecting,

slithering in the waters,

spins and spins,

each a taste of me,

and for each a toxin,

and with each potion,

a pain of a color

and for each wine, a pairing, a scene

a reminder of why I sailed

and I forgot,

each a reminder of a pain,

each a reminder of a desire,

a departure from found shores,

for the drunk, the wine, has no age

as old as time,

as new as a lost clock

where is my phone?

what time is it?

its 3?

time is new.

for the drunk memory is fantasy,

loved or unloved,

unreal, is real.

what time is it?

heart bursts,

and the green runs in veins,

the horse gallops in the grass of the fields,

green upon green,

skies are blue,

deep oceanic,

and fire across the field.

waves around me,

all slithering,

I have joined their feast,

raise a chalice,

to faith, long live the oceans,

hear hear I said,

words unsaid,

unheard unheard,

untold

They wore your beauty,

Their scent is not yours,

They dont know this blood,

They dont know this heart,

gold is the measure,

the weight

unsuspecting sirens

nectarines offered,

wine shared

green is the grass,

rain the prism of your light,

and moon the silver delight,

green is the grass,

the sirens strings of fabric on a tree,

time for another sail,

The horse gallops in the field,

a drunk dream.

I sail and sail, the drunk said

siren to siren

wave to wave

searched for your scent

I am not ashamed

in the storm of the sea,

The treasure calls,

pour me a drink

raise the next glass

My lover, eve, beauty behind the veil

enchanter, my lost gem, too close to see

too far to feel

My moonlight, my silver delight, too far to see

too close feel

a drunk dreams

Brush in my hand,

Aha,

hand moves up and down

the cunning valley of repeat

in the clouds I caught you

I caught you, my sleeping beauty

and I enchant me,

I enchant hands and heart,

I become the magician alone in being,

insanity, raise the fires, and push the waters,

Hands, floating among the void

splash of colors around

and I told myself fairies,

and vollaaaa

there she is

the sleeping beauty

A drunk dreams

بود مسیح در خواب

Persephone was dreaming

هر مسیح در یک خواب

In each a messiah, In each a dream

هر نجات بخش آرمیده در لا بلای ملحفه از حریر

بالین و بستری، قایقی برای دو، سفر تنها، در آن دریا

In each, a sunrise, too soon to see

The sunset, "still red flows through me",

" Blue is the night,

And the silver spell, runs through your hair

Ornates the blanc of my mind

Orbits the crimson of my heart,

And the mist rolls in sight, and the veils will fall "

Satin flows through satin,

Embrace is embraced,

The two in a bed

"The moon is upon us"

but which hand will the enchanter take first?

Who forgets first?

May the waters be a bliss to row,

In the first river under,

alone you will go

معشوق در خواب

و معشوق دیگری بی تاب

In each, one word lingers

silence,

In each a tragedy to veil

And each laid,

The moon split, in two

One side of the moon each,

Facing each, on a pillow,

Feathers upon feathers

each a dove for peace,

Each a messiah for another

"My Messiah,

Who dreams first? "

Each they asked the question

"Who is the last to be in silence

And who is the first to wake"

"We will both wait,

But who waits first?"

بی تاب برای صبح

معشوق, ... اما زیبا

چشم نازک، مویچه بر مویچه تنیده

و ابرو به بالای رو

نسیم از نفس بر حریر

و یک قطره از یک چشمه

لغزید

"قسمتم این بود

قسمت این بود"

Blue is the night,

Upon their face,

And the first, was taken by the silver spell.

Moonlight, pierced the soul,

And all gold turned blue,

Now until forever,

And from forever until the sun, rises again

"معشوق غمین

دست نمی توان برد به ماه رویت

وای از بیداری

وای بر بیداری که در بالین مسیح خفته

وای از لالا های ناشنیده و چشمِ دوخته به چشم-دوخته، نادیده"

"May there be justice"

A silent whisper,

May my messiah wait for me

A silent complaint,

"You were in a dream, dear"

"And my eyes sewn to your sewn eyes"

"What to do,

How to embrace you and not wake you"

For the beauty in a dream, is a beauty to only see,

And to stay still, and the heart beats in lullabies,

Unheard, untold, forgot, each night,

Forgot, each night, rescued, redempted, absolved, forgot each night.

"May my messiah for once long for me"

"May the sun do me a fair humor"

"May the sun wake you up before me"

"And you too see me in a dream"

For his persephone was dreaming

For his messiah took a stroll under this world

وای از دو

نه می توان گفت آری و قلم بر بوم برد

نه می توان گفت نه و ارام در زمان خفت

چه سِحری هست

که ابی از نیمه رخ هایش میتابد‌ و قمر سه پهلو به دو سو شکافت.

نه می توان به اغوشش کشید و بیدار باش شبانه داد

و نه صبر کافیست برای طلوع صبح

صبح که چشمانش بلور شود

نیمه تمام شود

و از کنج نقره ها، طلا بروید

For her messiah, not in fairies

As crystal, as colored as eyes can see,

With the sunrise,

With the light back in his eyes,

rises again,

For the longing is over,

And the sun humors lovers again.

Blue twists, silver grows gold leaves and comes the spring

و باشد که بر او هم

نور در چشمانش رقص صبر بیاورد

در بیداری،

که مسیح او هم بود در خواب

در زیر نور صبح گاه

ورق ورق طلا

ارمیده بر گونه

گونه ای که دیشب بود میگون

از بزم و طرب

به یمن طلا

باشد که عدل در عشق بیابد

و عشق در قرار

و بیداری او در من حلول کند

و ابی بتابد به طلا

و طلا حریر شود، بتابد به دور سرخ دلش

Veils Unveiled

Veils unveiled,

Who is out there?

Is there anyone behind or am I chasing the veiled absurd

Veils on veils

the anxious eternal search

And A glimpse of the sight of her

And she hides away

As soon as I find her

Veils on veils

Psyche laid in bed

A ruse, and a ruse to see all truth

Truth, as Bare, and Nude as her,

Bright, as the candle on the right side of her bed

And with the sight, cupid flew away

Veils fell on Veils

The Never ending story of a chase

Undestined

A wild dream for the sane and unsane

And the eventual question

Was I referencing you

When you reflected I?

Mirrors mirror each other?

The self reference?

Your face to face mine

Self reference, for you that only love all those who dont love themselves

And the paradox, do you love yourself?

A Russel reference.

For those that are the birth of the romance

The free rotations of truths in a sentence,

A wheel,

Revolution of the lovers, the poles

And "so it goes", and the wheel rolls

Kurt's refrence

Veils on Veils

Is the veil her

Or her behind the veil

And the chase, was destined

And you laid next to truth

And mosses uncovered your face

And you remained, embraced

Rebirth of the two

In the tomb of Emily's mind, Dickinson

A reference

Funny, one day

I saw with my eyes,

In one afternoon,

In my lifetime,

Finally Mars' spear

Was taken by venus

And she held the spear

A first,

In one glimpse, less than a second

Portrayed by a Roman

And I doubted,

Were they ever apart?

Mars and Venus?

And I doubted

Are we the story tellers?

Meaning given and taken away

At will, in the dark depth of within

And the story retold to eye

After I had forgotten

All a new and all a surprise

Veils on Veils

And no, and no,

This story is true

And true meant True

Exists, the absolute

The grand piece

created? Veils on veils

discovered? Veils unveiled

In my trench, my heart is warm and the stars, distant but bright.

discovered, unveiled, embraced, I whisper to myself

And the wait always meant

For you, the companion to reason and every edge of every triangle and square.

For you, that tiptoe behind the dark satin

And dance on the light waters

For you, covered by sights and sounds

And I

Still In the trench,

And time drips for you here

To come back in the shadow of the leaves of that tree

In refractions of the bright lights

In splashes of gold and green

In the somber world of the blue

For you,

You the unveiled True

Truth beauty, and beauty you

A Keats reference

And I reference

Venus Unchained

And why resist the sensation

The motion

The revolution

You

Laying in satin hair

And Gold meet the Silver

Smile, honey sweet

Voice, a perfect symphony

Oh The guarded deity within

The moment is here

I am here

You there

I can be free, you can be free

And the key is to imagine What to do with free

Your guard is next to you

Surrounding you

Covering the lights

Covering the sounds

Covering the sense

Takes you away from kisses

Takes you away from the sights of desired

Breaks you away from embrace

In the name that is called security,

in the name that is called body

In the name of ability

The self restraint

The guard, the crust

The fixed, the built

Carved stones and walls

Hard rocks

The mechanic, the mechanical language,

The mechanical dance,

Mechanical dance of the lips,

Dance of the hands,

the mechanical push

The mechanics of action,

And spontaneous rejection and reaction

Hard rocks, hitting hard rocks. They shout no

In the name of body,

in the name of security

In the name of ability

Safe but no sensation

Safe but no perception

And Why resist the sensation

And sensation is soft,

And soft delays rejection, soft delays reaction

And in delay lives perception

soft is alive

And in alive lives creation

Venus is you, sensitive

Sensible, smile honey sweet

Voice a perfect symphony,

Tender in skin

Soft in all sensations,

For you and me

Venus is you within

Venus is you, the who that you is blind to

The who that mirrors never show to you

Venus in you

Venus is you

Empty the mind for a moment

No matter who I am

No matter what I am named

No matter how I look

No matter how I apear or apeared

I am me

You know me

You saw me in names

You saw me in memories

You deamt me

You tasted me in here and in there

You looked for me

This form and that

This land or not

Distant or not

And here is me

The crystal is in me

Soft in skin, diamond within

And Heres the juice of me

Now, how do you want to be

How do you want me to be

You tasted me in your first kisses

For a moment, so brief

You tasted me when you climbed that tree

You tasted me in the fresh breeze of the sea

Only you hold the key

To open the walls that held you from you and me

Only you hold the key, to see, to sense

To do, to break

Put the key in the lock

What do you do with free?

That is the key

And heres the fruit that is me

You knew the taste of me

How do you choose to be

How do you want me to be

What color you want to paint me

Blue?

Green?

Its time,

Desire free and tell me free

Do me free

Kiss my lips for free

Touch my hair for free

And Ill take your pain for free

the embrace is free

Venus, Desire free

Be free

Love does not come for free

But When its here

Its free to hold me dearly

Its free to hold you dearly

Gold

And as if each winter

this rotating sphere is dreaming of a new spring

and as If each winter

Demeter is dreaming of Persephone

And as if each fall, The leaves fall to forget the fall

and with each fall, Hermes flies to find Persephone

and Hermes finds Persephone

and Hermes brings her to the boundary

where Hecate is holding the torch

Where Hecate holds the key

and Hecate unlocks the gate, the boundary

For Demeter waited for so long

and now comes the spring

"the scene to be seen"

and with spring, comes a new leaf with a new dream

and this spring a mulberry leaf professed the gold to me,

and light shines on Persephone

blue turns into gold

And light comes in

and now I want all rotations to stop

All the cycles to stop

To take a few more glimpses of the light in your eye

And I want all the cycles to stop

all the beats to stop

To count the blues in your eye

And all the motions to stop

except the one in the ocean in your eye

And I want all the flows to go slow

And let my eye swim in that river, as your hair flow

And Umber and gold meet

And silver blesses the throne

I want time to start

When all the cycles stopped

And yes, I met the moon

And yes, I met the sun

I met the breeze

I met the ocean

I met them all

and I sat and sat as they danced by

and that dance went on and on

until I knew Venus had heard my call

The Moon, the archer, the enchanter

highlights your silver crown

And the sun

Shines from the golden of your hair

And the ocean

flows in the blue of your eyes

And the breeze

Brings me your scent

And the clouds become your body

And the light in your eye

told the myth to all the stars

And here you are, Venus

the one with many portraits

familiar from "The Time Behind Time"

bringing me to me

the moment I looked at Venus in your eyes

all that is beauty

all that is the flow

all that is the delicate

all that is naked

all that is eternity

And blessed be that bliss

The moment I look at you in her eyes

And blessed be that bliss

no more shame

only grace in your embrace

And blessed be that bliss

No more wars

only eternity in your arms

The moment I look at you in your eyes

Blue

And here I am, Venus,

Once Loved by you

Judged by Zeus

Rejected by Hades

I am Adonis

Last held by you

Lost in my blood

Lost in your tears

Last In your arms

And again,

In here I am, Venus

I am Adonis

Raised by Persephone

Born in the deepest of the blues

Veins colored with red,

the pomegranate seeds

Clayed by the dreams

Eyes forged from the broken blades of old gods

Soft in skin

Diamond within

Loved by you

Judged by Zeus

And now Zeus is not

Zeus is gone

And now Hades is not

Hades is gone

And now begins our time

I Adonis

You Venus

And with the last of your tear

With the wind

My name shattered, my name scattered

And with the last of my blood

you blended into the ocean,

into the sun

You blended into the moon

into the trees

Until my name was whispered

Until your face was seen

Until the wind told the secret

Your scent heard in the breeze

And the sun unraveled your face

And flora was there

And the graces danced

And you were reborn with me

For Deities we are,

Venus,

you and I,

I Adonis

And now I am

Found you once again

And I wont fear the serpent no more

And I wont hunt the boar no more

And I am here,

And Zeus and Hades are no more

And I am

Once again born

In your form

you Venus

I Adonis

Heard your scent in the air

And I came back

And hades is no more

I Adonis

You Venus

And the favored breeze is upon us

And flora orantes our way

And time will be kind

and your scent will forever remain

For Deities we are

You Venus,

I Adonis

بود مسیح در خواب

مسیح مصلوب بود

مسیح در خاطره و ادیان و داستان

مصلوب ماند

غوره ی جوشیده ی غم طعم لبش

و صبرم نیست که حلوا شود به ره صد سال وفا

کافیست؟

این صلیب؟ قامتش کافیست؟

این میخ باران دیده چه قوتش مانده؟

من آن سرباز و چشم بر بای مسیح

شب به شب بر میخ ها می کوبم

استوار باد آن مناره ایستاده بر این مسجد

شب به شب خنجر و نیزه و شمشیر و تیغ

و هزار آهن نامدار

دست نوازشم بر قلبش شد

و به هر قطره خون از او

بها یک قطره اشک از من شد

هر می لعل کز آن دست بلورین ستدم—-

— -آب حسرت شد و در چشم گهر بار بماند

حافظ -

سگان بیابانند که

پرسه می زنند و

و دلبسته اند به طنین چکیدن هر قطره

در زوزه باد

این میخ هم خم شد

نعل اسب می کوبی؟ با خود گفتم

بکوب که

قلاب شد و او طعمه ای برای ماه

و دست نمی توان برد به ماه رویش

و قمر بر بالای سرش

و بود مسیحم در خواب

چشم-دوخته به گوشه ای و پنجره ای

و غم کم زیبا نیست

و تاج خار هم کم زیبا نیست

اشک شب هم کم زیبا نیست

میخ کوب به ارتفاع هم کم زیبا نیست

دست چون بال گشادن

و به سخره پرنده شدن و پرواز نکردن هم کم زیبا نیست

شنیدن ثنا در میان نا سزا هم کم زیبا نیست

زیبا نیست؟

میان عیب و هنر پیش دوستان کریم—-

تفاوتی نکند که نظر به عین رضاست —- سعدی

بود مسیحم در خواب

بود مسیحش در رویا

بیدار مشو یا مسیح

سحر شد

و نور صبح طلا نتابان

بیدار مشو یا مسیح

که ساختیم با ناسازگار روزگار

که دخیل بستیم به دوخته چشمان مستت

گوش دوختیم به نشنیده صدا از دهان طلا کوبت

و کوبیدیم میخ بر دستت و نعل به پای خود و جشم را سپردیم به راه قامتت

و ندیدیم نور دیده ات

و دیدیم ماه تاب بر رویت

و تو در روان بر آب آزاد می رفتی و

باز به پرده نظر مصلوب ماندی

بیدار مشو ای مسیح

که ما بمیریم از غم جشمانت

به باد داد ما را باد در زلفت

منم سرباز و باز می کوبم بر میخ

نعل می کوبم بر پای خود

بیدار مشو ای مسیح

و مصلوب بمان

مغموم بمان

بیدار مشو و چشم باز مکن

این جهان جهان تو نیست

این صبح صبح تو نیست

مسیح نماند آنکه مصلوب نماند

پیامبرنماند که بر آتش نرفت و در آتش نماند

فرشته نماند او که افتاد از بهشت و بازگشت و

خضر نبود او که ماند در دیده

یار نبود او که نرفت

مست نبود او که جام نشکست

و سزا نبود ناسزا نشنیدن ما

بلند نشو از جایت اسماعیل

بیدار مشو یا مسیج

دست بر دستم مپیج و نگاه از من بدزد زیباو ای یار و ای نور این چشمان

غم که کم زیبا نیست

اشک که کم گوهر نیست

آبی که کم دریا نیست

و شب که کم نیست و مویت که کم شب نیست

رخت که کم آشنا نیست

آسوده بخواب و باشد که مسیح بماند در خواب

The line, the shame, the war; letter to Eve

I am the one and the two and the three and the four

I am who, that drew these straight lines unlike those I drew before

I who imagined this and painted that

And when I looked close

And the straight lines curved

First time, I saw myself

Behind those lines, in the colors,

Behind those windows

There was your face

And you were in passing

And here I am, seeing you,

You who is familiar

The eyes known from a time behind time

In a place, behind space

In a home that was taken from us

Eden, this is what its called nowadays

And you were in passing

The winds of forgetting

Blending your image,

The wind, the drunken painter, the "mast",

And in the mixed colors I looked for you

And I begged the colors to unblend ,

And colors twisted and turned and I lost you even more, to hades, to red

And here I am

Sitting, waiting, worrying,

That I wont find you

The unspeakable

The impossible

But Eve,

Dear,

Whoever shame is, is shameless

In shame I wrote to you

In shame I saw you

And now, I write dearly to you

Who that used to live on the other side of the mirror

Who that is beautiful

Who that has no need for the fig leaves

Who that is the scene to be seen

And I am writing to you

To say, I remember now that I waited for you

And Eve, Theres the war,

Have you heard?

What can I say?

Happy family, we are?

Living forever, we are?

Remember when birds did not cry

Remember that ants did not bite

Remember, turtles used to fly

And I am ready to leave this pain behind

And I wished I could find more words

To Stop this war

This war, this shame, this war

Last thing

Dear eve,

I am truly yours and you are truly mine

And I will wait forever to have a glimpse of your smile

Behind that gold straight line

A Gift to The Wind

…نمی دانم

به هر باری که این دل تارک تن شد

دل گلگون، ای یارم

جایش را دیگر نمی داند

و من هم دیگر نمی دانم

نمی دانم چقدر از روح ماندست

نمی دانم که سرخست یا ابی

نمی دانم که بر پایم

توانی هم دگر باقیست؟

نمی دانم که رنگین قطره ها

تا کی به رگ جاریست

نمی دانم شمار لحظه ها تا چند خواهد رفت

نفس کافیست؟

دل سیری دهم بر قامتت

به روی بوم این خاطر؟

نمی دانم ای یارم

نفس بیش است یا یادت

رمق در دست کافیست؟

فشارم دشت بر عرش

سینه در سینه

بگیرم جان تو در بر

دو چشمم را به راه شانه بسپارم؟

نمی دانم رمق در پنجه ام باقیست؟

کنم این آه را غریق آن ابی دریا که می دانی؟

نمی دانم

یارم، نمی دانم که دردت چیست

که چندین قطره ای از اشک به همیان دلت مانده؟

نمی دانم با کدامین باد زلفت می کند پرواز

به یادم نیست عطرت

شیرین بود یا تلخ

نمی دانم ای یارم

نفس بیش است یا یادت

نمی دانم

نمی دانم چقدر سرد است دیگر

که ایا هیزمی در خانه ام ماندست یا نه

نمی دانم

به حدسم خنده ای هست بر لبهام اویزان

و یا نه

غم به مرمر چهره ام بختک زده

خشکیده ست

و شاید در چشم ها هنوز نور و نگاهی هست

نمی دانم

نمی دانم که می بینم

نمی دانم که نور است اینجا یا تاریک

نمی دانم کجا این قصه شد مدفون

کجا را جست باید

نمی دانم که نفرینم نثار کیست

فقط می دانم ای یارم

که تنها ماند امروز

و فردا یاد ها را باد داد به هیچستان

و جایی از این گردون آویزان به آن شبگون

منی بودم که خاطر را

به چشمانت که رنگ از رنگ می تابید

ای پری چهرم

.وفا دادم

نفس بیش است یا یادت؟

نمی دانم

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