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Poems - Inspirational - Group 1
Reflections
The flag flying so proud
Singing its own glory aloud;
Without the wind the flag will droop
Hanging in shame, its head stoop.We too are just like the flag
We roam in life, a proud stag;
But if our source we truly know
We will live life like a caring doe.© Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
June 11, 1997
A veil of thin clouds hanging low, nearby
Further away a thick plume rising up in the sky
Still further, higher clouds would float and fly
The blue sky peeking through, distant and nigh;
Layer upon layer upon layer of clouds all around
Now and again, through the gaps, sunlight reached the ground.And so it is with my thoughts in my mind
Language and words are veils of some kind
Layer upon layer upon layer of every thought
To penetrate to the real meaning, must be fought;
Every now and then, through the gaps of my mental bind
Light of wisdom, inspiration, my soul will find.© Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
June 27, 1997
Sitting by a lake, watching the snow covered mountain framed by the blue sky
In the still, clear lake was the panoramic reflection; there inverted lie.
I was wondering if the clear lake reflected the blue sky and the mountain high
Or if the panorama was the inverted projection of the image on the lake nigh.
They say water is the symbolic representation of the subconscious,
and it makes perfect sense, why!
Perhaps the outer world is reflected in my subconscious mind,
through the doorway of my eye,
Or perhaps the projector of the outer world is my own subconscious
mind and I!© Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
June 26, 1997
Mid summer looking into the pond
Before my eyes three worlds I found:
The world that's hidden, the world I see
And the world that is in front of me.
The first hidden inside the pond
Next reflection of the world around,
The last floating safe and sound
By the grass that pond surround.Everywhere this you will find
Even among humankind,
Every person is three worlds
The first inside, closely holds,
Next is the world that all will see
The last is actuality.© Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
August 16, 1997
In the dark I set a candle aflame
Its flame flickering, a playful game
Put the candle in front of a mirror
Which real, which the image, I wasn't sure
I blew on one flame and put it out
No more light anywhere, real or not.
Once again I lit the candle with a match
Both candles, fiery eggs, did hatch
The mirror as good as naught, when it was dark
Came alive with the flash of that spark
Reflected or real, substance is light
Candle, when lit, can shine twice as bright.Reflector of life too will require
The candle of soul be on fire.© Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
November 10, 1997
If God doesn’t demand a price
Why do we then insist on paying
For our mischief and perceived vice
Even when we were innocently playing?
Not only once, but twice or thrice
Through penance, shame, torture, praying.
In this treadmill, we are the mice
Who don’t hear what God’s saying.
God wants us out of our self-made vice
While we still insist on staying
If God is loving, if God is nice
Why think God wills for our slaying?We beg, we pray, try to entice
God’s will continue swaying
Yet, through our own ignorant device
Our venom spitting, spraying.
But if we heed divine advice
We too, will forgive our straying.Ó Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
September 9, 1998
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