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Poems - Soul Journey - Group 2
The Logic

 

  1. Calm before the Storm
  2. The traveler
  3. Gardener & Teacher
  4. Color & Light
  5. Footprints

 


Calm before the Storm

They say there is a calm before the storm
Yet there is a calm of a different form
Coming in the storm's aftermath,
Followed by another stormy wrath.

Before and after a storm there is calm
Before and after calm too there is storm.
In the desert there is cactus and palm
One prickly, other into food transform.

No point blessing one, the other curse
Face one, with the other yourself nurse.
Through tough times lighten your purse
In good times generously disburse.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
November 18, 1997


The Traveler

A man once asked, "who are you?"
"A traveler, just like you!"
"All my life I've lived here
And here I will disappear!"
"That may be so," I told that man
"look another way, I'm sure you can.
You may be born in this place
And here death will know your face,
But in the long term perspective
You only have a brief time to live.
You come here from another place
And you'll go to a different space,
But for a brief life time or so
This part of your trip you'll get to know.
You too are a traveler, like me
Our difference, the way I see
To cover much space with time I race,
You'd rather stay longer in one place."

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
July 17, 1997


Gardener & Teacher

I planted some yellow daffodils
Using my best gardening skills.
Unbeknownst to me among the seeds
Were mixed the seeds of some weeds.
Very soon my garden flowered
Was then by weeds overpowered,
I had to dig my garden deep
Uproot the plants and burn that heap.

Many teachers are false preachers
Their plots, minds of naive creatures.
What they teach is half-truths
Their teaching simple minds soothes.
A half-truth is half false
In spite of its living pulse:
The beautiful truth brings delight
The lie, the weed, transforms that sight.

Ignorant gardener who flowers breeds
Among the seeds plants the weeds,
The false teacher with good intentions
Among truths, many lies mentions;
Gardener will dig his garden deep,
False teacher's flames to skies shall leap;
The gardener his plants uproots,
False teacher brings many false fruits.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
August 17, 1997


Color & Light

All around, many a colorful sight
Is created by the power of the light
In the darkness of black midnight
We see no color or shade in sight.
Deprived of color, in our fright
We simply blame the dark night.
We avoid the blinding light
Of the daytime sun beaming bright.
Sun carries all colors in light white
Source of all light, gives color might.

The world of appearance we embrace
Its cause, the mind, we displace
Succumbed to the powerful time and space
We blame the mask, ourselves disgrace
Yet our mind is the place
Which appearance will replace
And our mind's source is God's grace
Which gives rise to the human race.
We turn away from God's face
The source of mind, time and space.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada,
August 26, 1997


Footprints

On the sandy beach, I saw footprints upon footprints
Each generation building its knowledge upon former hints
With a broader look, I then gazed upon the sand
And with that look, I was amazed with the wavy land
Every knowledge is simply based upon a ground, self-evident
A base that is so obvious, to explain which no time is spent.
Upon that beach I extended my vision to cover time and space
I found the sandy canvas in time is renewed by tidal embrace.
In time we find every knowledge is subjected to paradigm shift
Replacing the old canvass of knowledge with a renewed tidal drift.

Shahriar Shahriari
Vancouver, Canada
September 12, 1997


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