how do you step outside of who you are? your perspective. your worldview. your culture. yourself. how do you express what you want to express without seeming to be all of those things...your culture, your perspective, your view. how do you get to your
real self? and how can you possibly capture the words she would truly like to speak?
there is no cloud,
there is no wind,
i sit beside the pond,
the swimming fishes, light, i, flower, water.
the pureness of the cluster of life;
my mother reaps the sweet basil,
bread, sweet basil, cheese, a cloudless sky,
wet garden petunia.
salvation is at hand: within the garden flowers.
--sohrab sepehri
one of
shokoofeh's favorite poets
thank you, my dear.
