(May 24th 7:15 p.m board meeting school)
It was prayer time and I heard the call
It was an “important” meeting with “important” people
But clearly recognized that the call comes from somewhere beyond the space here
From someone who is not someone and from some place that is not a place
But the call called me…
the child
the ray of light
i got up from my place and followed the call
I love this one gorda, so, SO true. i love you.
Yes my dear friend the call is as familiar as a mothers voice when the fetus is in the womb. One always recognizes the heartbeat and voice of the creator… We are blessed!
The picture speaks a thousand words. The words speak so loudly in silence. I love this poem. I love the picture that goes with it. There is so much mystery and openness in each verse. Such raw talent stands before me…. Wow. Bahareh, you are a great poetess of light.
Yes, a picture does speak a thousand words. And you can be among thousand people talking but never hear a word spoken. Sitting alone on a rock and listening to the leaves in the desert may sometimes say volumes if we are able to listen