Sublime!

When extraordinary becomes ordinary,
When magic becomes a norm,
When sublime loses its power and becomes beautiful,

It is the beginning of our gradual death,
And I will die to stop this death,
to stop becoming ordinary,
to stop the norm,
I will die to keep the sublime!

Doubt!

Doubt;
This damned detestable damaging distracting distressing distasteful doubt has taken over me!
This doubt has become me!
This doubt is me!
I am it!

Distance!

Sometimes I think how far doesn't matter, being far matters, and yet with those who are close to my heart, the distance matters...

My Lovely Fat Male Ginger Cat!

Three States of Mind Around A Balcony With A View:

- The maintenance guy saw my lovely big-boned cat, Zeitoon, on the balcony and yelled at this other handyman, "hey, this is the house of the fat male ginger cat."

- I overheard the comment and went like, "Ouch!" and "He is not fat, he is just big-boned!"

- And Zeitoon was relaxing on his side on the balcony, enjoying the view, looking please and probably thinking, "Are you talking about me. Oh, I am so cute and happy when people notice me, no matter what!"

The Forgotten Truth!

"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are responsible for your rose..."

"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember. [The Little Prince, 1943, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Chapter 21]


For some reason I needed to reread this chapter over and over today. For some reason I read The Little Prince couple of times a year. For some reason, I need to make sure I remember!

There Is No Magic!

There is no magic; it is easy to fall into it. I know!

There is no magic. I know!
What happens after the fall, can take away the magic of it all.

There is no magic!
Believe me, I know,
I was there when they fell for me!

Particles of One Moment

The extended moment,
between the crash of coffee scent and the trembling leaves,

The extended moment,
between the red cross of the miss connection and the green lines of connection,

The extended moment
between the existing distance and the realization of that distance,

That moment and its particles,
the extended moment in that insignificant letter
that makes a significant difference
between word and world,

It is in the particles of that moment;
that nonexistence becomes the existence!

Stopping Time!

While chatting with another comrade in humanities, I thought that not being able to enjoy the moment is a casualty for people who are working in any History related field.

Practice helps!

PS. Recently I have found a great inspiration to Stop Time; to enjoy the moment. (Thanks to BMac!)

Grief!

When grief becomes the norm,
it scares away the hope;

When grief becomes the norm,
it takes away the light;

When grief becomes the norm,
it breaks us apart;

When grief is the norm,
being is resistance and existence is bravery!




* In the memory of Ezattolah Sahabi, and his daughter, the activist Haleh Sahabi, who was killed in his funeral today. (news link)