I want a donut

I want a donut.

Mmm doughnuts:

Which I don’t usually eat,

Which I don’t normally crave ,

But early this morning,

perhaps due to the chilly

weather,

I suddenly felt like

tasting the unique

maple flavour

of donuts

washed down with a

piping hot cup

of strong

fresh-brewed

black coffee.

But it shall remain a

fleeting craving

because I know

that

after consummation

regret inevitably

ensues.

free

unpegged

unbound

unlocked

unchained

-

-

-

-

no questions

no answers

no questioning

no answering

-

-

-

-

simply being

enjoying the moment

embracing

joy

emanating

peaceful

light,

bathing in

love.

 

 

Parliament 2012

Which new faces are promising on the scene?

Dancing Walls

Your smile

warms me

like the sun

that breaks

through grey skies

on a cloudy day

 

Your voice is

light

as it resonates

through somber walls

and they too

seem to dance to

your music

 

Your eyes

Obsidian

Truth seekers

Float through

time

and always

return

with the true

Essence

of the moment.

 

My son.

My true self.

My rock.

 

who am I?

How odd

that my dreams

take me

to unrecognizbale  places

and I find

Myself

a Stranger in

dreams

of my own

creation.

Wordless sometimes

Replace a bad habit

with a good one

Myself says to Meself.

Meself carries her pitchfork

around

stoking the bonfires

in her Conscience

Myself walks in

fretful figure eights

and thinks about random

numbers;

Meself has become like a wet sweater

hanging out on the line

taking shape out of the air.

 

Myself lays wreaths of

sage and rosemary

at the bottom of the steps

of Conscience

and turns around.

Nothing is the same today.

Eating parsley is good for

contemplation

rumination

and making peace with

Meself.

 

 

Saddest Lines

English translation of Poem 20 by Neruda

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Escribir, por ejemplo: “La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.”

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.

En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

Oir la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.

Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche esta estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Aunque este sea el ultimo dolor que ella me causa,
y estos sean los ultimos versos que yo le escribo.

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Go as the go that I went

Afsordegi  افسردگی  by Ali Abdolrezaei

English translation below of Afsordegi  افسردگی  by Ali Abdolrezaei

Awaken

If I stood on the edge of a cliff and shouted out over into the canyons, would my voice roll like thunder and crack their Magnificence?  If I whispered mantras, repeated them endlessly, mouthing them against the wind, would it carry them over the craggy faces of canyons, and etch them into time?

I hurt for so many reasons and the pain strains the Harpsichord to the point of breaking. Yet I choose to remain steadfast as the canyon walls: wind-battered, wind-shaped, wind-fast.

I cannot protect you from the daggers Life throws at you, no matter how many times I stand between them and you. If you are the target, you need to embrace Life and pick at Fear until it stands naked and exposed. I would gladly take the daggers instead of you, and I have so often, but just as you stood up the first time as an infant and took  your first steps, you need to strive for Balance and Challenge your youthful heart the way it needs to be.

I find solace in silence and in contemplation. I recall pockets of time in which I achieved Balance and Harmony, and touched the ephemeral flames of unmasked Passion. I recognize that not all relationships are whole, and neither do I completely unite the ends of  the Circles in the essential relationships in my life. Instead, I am in endless intertwining loops with many other Circles and we all connect to the greater Orb.

I am expected to give Love yet often feel so bereft of inspiration and drive. Little words of encouragement like raindrops, lift  the drooping leaves of the unwatered plant. I become alive again.

If I stood on the edge, and shouted, then whispered, what would I say?

 

 

 

Happy New Year 2012

I can’t believe I’ve been blogging for seven years now. I don’t write as much as before but then again there are only a handful of blogs left from that time as most people have quit or migrated to other platforms.

I want to thank all the wonderful Boudoir readers for making blogging an enjoyable experience. I appreciate all of you in all your guises and your backgrounds. If readers could take a bird’s-eye view of the others on this blog, they would be fascinated like I always am by the diversity of the people who read and interact from time to time. It has really been a pleasure and an eye opener to interact with you all and I hope that if anything, this blog will be a platform for more understanding and a cultural bridge between people who would normally never meet in ordinary circumstances.

Happy New Year to each and every one of you.