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Poems - Soul Journey - Group 3
The Descent


  1. Point of No-Return
  2. On My Own
  3. Caravan
  4. Slip
  5. Sin of Omission
  6. Web of Lies


Point of No-Return

In life, the majority of the decisions that we make
We can modify, redress, even reverse if we think it a mistake
Yet in every life we find a few major turning points
Where we meet our destiny, our fate's pivotal joints;
We gather as much information as we can
Analyze, evaluate, seek advice of every man
Then comes the time to make a decision
A simple choice, without any obvious position.
This is the point of no-return, brave and bold
We must decide to remain behind or cross the threshold,
To remain at the threshold is to hang on to the old
For it is a choice of destiny, our fate will thus unfold.
With belief, with conviction and courage we must burn
To cross the threshold at the point of no-return.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
June 2, 1997

On My Own

We parted way
Before mid-day
Back was his path
Ahead mine lay

Now on my own
But not alone
For all the world
My hands will hold
My soul embrace
My path will trace
All I must do
Is make space.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
April 22, 1997


When a caravan passes through
None remains but marks of its Camp fires
In the caravan of our lives too
All except marks of what love inspires.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
September 19 , 1997


The waves rolling up and down the sandy beach
I was walking on the edge of the water's reach
Every now and then a larger wave would approach;
The waters upon the dry sand would encroach,
Avoiding the wetness I would myself teach
Dancing on the edge to the tune of ocean's breach.
Once I missed a step and slipped in my place
Was sure to be overtaken by the ocean's wet pace,
Unknown to me, somehow the wave stopped short
As though commanded by some angel of God's court.
'Tis the truth, not one small part I distort
Then came upon me a rush of memories of sort:
How many times I tried to avoid impending disaster
Slipped in place, yet was saved by the hands of the Master.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
June 2, 1997

Sin of Omission

I used to think that omission
Was good, but evil Commission
Thinking each in his own mission
Must make many a decision.
And if I give information
Affect their choice's formation;
Yet silently lay, without motion,
Remains calm their lack of emotion.
Went through life in this fashion
Lied by omission with much passion
Until I saw in my vision
With All, I'd made a division
See my old vision with derision
Omission is as bad as Commission.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
September 26 , 1997

Web of Lies

O, tangled webs that I wove
When deceptively I strove.
Bravely admit to my lies
To lift the veil from your eyes.
Pain, embarrassment, remorse
For my admission are the source.
Perhaps what is even worse
There is no other recourse:
If I admit to my guilt
I'll destroy what I've built,
Continue to deceive
Live in my world of make believe.
The best thing to do, perhaps,
Let this House of Cards collapse;
So much energy it saps
To cover up all the gaps.
In this truthful exposure
I must retain my composure;
Consequence of my every deed
Bravely accept what they breed,
Clear my mind of every seed
Of deception, control and greed.
At this time what I need
Goodness and truth my mind feed;
Perhaps then I will succeed
To greener pastures my life lead.

To your goodness I appeal
Hoping you feel what I feel;
From the past, your mind clear
Let me once more to get near.
In this world, you are most dear
I want to be with you here.
No more deceptions you need fear
From now on, I am sincere.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
October 2, 1997

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