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Poems - Visions, Dreams, Meditations -
10. Some Short Visions
On a stormy night, in midnight dark, I stepped along a road
Aided only by the dim circular light of my feeble torch;
Stumbling half blindly along the ups and downs of my limited world,
My limited vision affirming, asserting the limitation of my road.
Then an instant, a flash of bright lightening
Blinded me with a vision of the immense landscape about me.
As though a dream awakened me from yet a deeper dream,
Affirmed by the thundering roar, shaking me to my senselessness
And back to the darkness of the deeper dream of my limited reality;
Yet the blinding vision burned upon my eyes, etched into my fading memory.
Dumbfounded I walked my path, not knowing if in a dream
Or awakened from a dream with a thunderous scream
All I would do was walk with a vision in my memory
Awaiting perhaps another blinding flash, perhaps the sunrise.© Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
May 21, 1997
Train of thoughts fades into a chatter of mind
This development, to the soul is unkind
An incessant haze that turns my mind blind
Meditative silence, the only refuge I find.© Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
June 21, 1997
How many speeches in murmur drown,
How many books senselessly go on and on,
Why have we fallen in love with our tongue
Ladder of words we climb rung by rung?
In a pasture, covered by cow dung
We drown the angelic silent song!© Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
July 14, 1997
Through my fatigue I may collapse
And let some time in sleep elapse
All my fatigue, mental straps
One by one, sleep snaps.
Sleep appears like mental lapse
A trip without guide or maps;
Into the unconscious, my mind taps
And gifts divine it unwraps
Through my dreams, heals mishaps
Refreshed awakens, perhaps.© Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
July 20, 1997
Everyone strives to just be heard
Yet nobody thought or spared
A moment of silence to listen.How can anybody be heard
If in this world nobody cared
To keep quiet and listen?The toughest thing ever declared
Stop being a singing bird
But like a lynx, eagerly listen.Divine power is only shared
With those who held their tongue and dared
To be still, observe, listen.Silence is wheat, silence is bread
Silence will not easily spread
It takes effort to just listen.© Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
July 26, 1997
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