Returns

Well, as I have mentioned many poems and stories are flying in my head. This one came to me and "popped" out after a busy day this weekend. I shared it with two friends. Their reaction was so positive that i was compelled to share it on my blog. I hope you enjoy it.


Returns

i have walked away so many times
Left her behind and written many lines
What is it that brings me back?
Reeling with pain, what is it i lack?

Leave, walk away, detach and then reappear
The angel from the mountain, i hold so dear
At first attention, approach and discourse
Then as if too much, a repeat of the same course
Apart, together, apart again
To what end doth this lead then?

My unanswered question is this,
To what purpose does this arrangement exist?
The further i pull myself away
The more the bond seems to grow each day.

Whether detached or searching for another
The road always runs back, and like thunder
The beloved returns to haunt my days
Not knowing perchance, i am affected this way

i can only assume that there is a purpose
And that someday it will make itself known
And reflect back i will do, and be shown
With clarity that comes from reflection
Why there is this bond and affection
Almost as if caused by infection
Returned over and again with deflection
To the purpose that will become clear
And when i finally stand with that one who is dear
And to no one else, at that time
Will i ever have felt so precious, or near….

Shiidon, April 2008

Mirror

So many ideas for stories and poems are running through my mind. I will find the time to put them onto paper soon. I was looking at some of my poems as I was marking them down as being posted on the blog. There was one that was not on here that I thought should be posted. I am now back into my walking habit. In the last three days i have walked a total of 16.5 miles! I am feeling more fit again and overall things are going as best as they can. Last week the doctor was very happy with my overall health, so I guess I should be as well.

In the next two weeks I will be asigned students from Iran and will start classes. The semester, as I have mentioned before, has been delayed due to further persecution of the Bahá'í's in Iran.

Mirror is about me, you and everyone else. I hope you enjoy it.

Mirror

Standing before myself I see
An image looking back at me
The closer I look into my eye
The more I lose myself and die
From this world

As i look I see
beyond this image
That reflects a part of me
The eyes of another looking
Back at me

The more we look the more we know
What it is another sees
i begin to see you in me
and indeed the reverse comes naturally
beyond each other our vision grows
The more of one another we know
The questions we ask are one and the same
Showing our commonality
A proof of a greater unity
We - are - one
shiidon, June 2007