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Illustrations by Adora @AdoraArts

A POEM ON MARRIAGE

I thought for a while before I took my pen in hand and blessed the pages with my thoughts about marriage and wedding vows.
In my years I have witnessed marriages that have been nothing but boredom and disrespect for the other’s being.
I have also had the great fortune of witnessing marriages that have been like two separate people wearing each other on their shoulders as pins. No weight only company and good will.
In writing about marriage, I had to assess the time in which we live.
I can not possibly write about he and she or he and he or she and she.
I much prefer to write about they, the both of them, the lovers, the partners, the people sharing a roof, may it be a hut or a castle in the clouds.

And so I present to you A Poem on Marriage

The breath of two people captured in a timeless hourglass
Each sand going to and fro
Until there is no you and no you but only us
It is in being us that partners can hold each other’s heart in harmony
Hold hearts but not hold in cages locked up
Hold means to cherish another’s gifts and talents and help them pursue their dreams and even those things they never could imagine dreaming of
It is not in the wedding vows that one repeats in front of God, or in front of family and friends that lie the responsibilities
It is in carving of one another’s names in the sand by the sea each year after year as a different wave washes it away
The hour glass has turned by now decades of times, the hope is that the wrinkles on the face are from crying and smiling, and not so much from frowning or speaking loudly
Speaking is the key in any relationship, but hearing the other is the key that opens all locks
So if you desire to trade a ring circular or cubed that is fine, only always remember that the other has feelings that are most always more sensitive than yours
There is a space which respect and honor lie in this beautiful relationship, that space is guarded by rays of light and it is more fragile than any crystal vase
Hold each others light in a vase that has a hole at the bottom
Release each others love so that more may be submitted to light
Fly in each other’s shadow and guidance and honor one another’s voice and wants
Cherish this love and cherish the light that surrounds you and you

Listen and Read Poem on Death and Dying on You Tube

A Poem on Death and Dying

To write about death, one must first define death.
Is death simply when we stop breathing or is it in fact when we stop living.
I would like to acknowledge that I have experienced my own death, I do not mean an out-of-body experience, but more so, I mean an out-of-state of mind experience. Not being present is death for me.
I have died, and I have been born, not only 44 years ago, but time after time with each sunset whose fire puts ablaze each and every strand of hair on each and every creature in the sea.

Death from the eyes of the person who is dying

Since the moment I came to this world, I knew there had to be a time that I would go.
For some around me, this has been a slow death, one breath by one breath as each cigarette was lit and each ash was dropped to the ground.
For others it has been a long death of being alone wit out a soul to call upon on their death-bed and to their side when it is time for washing the body of its sins to put into the ground.
There is the sudden death, in a car accident, or just a call, as if one’s time had come and one had to answer the call. A heart attack, a stroke and no good byes.
This may be the hardest for those around, but indeed it is the easiest way out of the cage and into flight.
So as the dying person might think or want to say to those around, please do not hold on to my being for I am ready for flight. Sit with me, but do not hold me.
Hold my hand, but do not try to hold the life that is ready to depart.
Just sit with me. Can you just sit with me.
Thank you

Death from the eyes of the person who is sitting next to the dying

Why are you going so early, it is not time yet. But I guess it is never time, you have suffered long days and nights and i should be happy for your flight.
I ask you one thing and only one thing, please come to my dream once and tell me of your where abouts.
I guess I want to know where I am heading. Is it as peaceful as they say, or is it as hot in hell as is depicted in the holy books.
I will remain next to you, do not fear, I will miss you, but I will release you.

Death from point of view of the Universe

I knew 22 years ago, when you were born that today was the day of return
I knew 44 years ago, when you were born that today was the day of return
I knew 88 years ago, when you were born that today was the day of return

Ashes to ashes dust to dust. With each birth the cycle flows and with each death the cycle continues to flow. The ebb and flow of the beauty of life and death.

In speaking of life and death, it is not as if I have forgotten about suicide and homicide, but indeed, I have not much to say about taking a life, may it be your own or other’s lives. I would just say, I hope in such a state, may a person just stop for a minute and consider a grin on a child’s face or a wrinkle on an old man’s face and then take a breath and take another breath and know that the next one after that is a gift and nothing but a gift.

Illustrations by Adora @AdoraArt

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Poem on Life 

If life were the breaths we were taking and nothing else but that
its emptiness would be felt as soon as a breath was let out
and there was no one around to feel the warmth

Life is the sequence of events
that start to happen to us as we step foot into the world

Life is the sequence of events that we decide not to take
when we start to learn the difference between right and wrong

Life is when we feel someone else’s pain
and also feel joy when we see others fly

Life is seeing the colors of the rainbow
even if your life has been dealt to you in black and white

Life is hearing the cries of the ants on the ground
and not being bothered by the roar of the king of the land

Life is not just pursuit of happiness but lifting a finger in order to make justice prevail

Life is the closed eyes that one is able to open by releasing one’s abuse
just in order to stop someone else you may never even meet learn from your pain

Life is seeing an empty wheelchair and actually sitting in it for a while
just to be more thankful for the feet you have
and the legs that helped you walk out of the wheelchair

Life is holding your breath when you want to shout
and also in crying when you hear a mother sob as her child is lost

Lost in Life
Remember Life is knowing that we are all here and we are all connected
If you are able to touch a lost heart you know that you have found LIFE

Illustrations by Adora @AdoraArts

Listen and Watch the Poem on Birth on YouTube

The beginning of being in a capsule
Where silence breaks into the first cry of life

Coming Soon

Listen to and watch THE WRITING ON THE WALL MEANT NOTHING TO ME on You Tube

Join me as I travel in time and space from a castle in the clouds to a cold damp jail cell. I question myself, I question my life, why am I here? I mean WHY AM I HERE AT ALL? Come with me as the small window in the jail cell lets the light of life into my heart.

Watch and Listen to I Want to Learn to Fly a Kite on You Tube.

In this magical story I take you with me on a flight, flight of the soul, flight of the body, flight of dreams. From an aquarium in a pet shop in a mall to the sea and the coral reefs that hold truths. Whether you dream of being a kite, or someone who flies a kite, you will find magic and wisdom in this story.

About the Author
I am a poetess who draws strength from the Light —
the light of the universe, and the quiet light within.
I am on a pilgrimage within, walking a path shaped by wonder, silence, and sincerity.
Though trained in counseling psychology and the healing arts,
I now walk as a poet, traveler, and witness —
one who listens deeply and offers what I hear through word and presence.
My writing is not meant to teach, but to help you remember.
To breathe. To soften.
To come closer to yourself.

Here is a tale of a camel who has traveled for years and years in the desert…. The camel is in search of truth and wisdom…. come and see what he finds when he listens to the words and voice in his inner being.

Here is a sneak peak:

Throughout the centuries as his ancestors had walked on the hot sands

and heard the tale of the traveling Nomads

the words had been collecting

until the day the Patient one was born

with all the words on his back

Carrying the words of brides and grooms

and also of the members of the clan carrying their dead to the grave

Carrying truths and lies

The same words carrying healing light and stabbing swords

The words of the ancient medicine men

and the words of the mama helping mothers give birth

The words of the warriors of life and also warriors killing to remain alive

What is flight one might ask. Is it being able to sail in the sky with two wings, or travel to dark caves as bats do? What is love? Is it all the great things Hallmark cards say it means especially on Valentines day or is it truly looking and seeing someone with all your heart.

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It was an honor to have a Poetry Therapy Workshop during this in credible event. I was in awe of the incredible genuine selves that appeared to write, share and listen. It is in truly accepting one’s own self, through one’s own words, and one’s own voice that healing happens.

Such grace int he unveiling and also in the witnessing of such beautiful events of the heart and soul. Thank you to Amber Vilhauer for the invitation and for the trust.

Here are a few of the testimonials from that event:

As for the writing experience – I LOVED it. I was an instant fan of your work in November and this past week was no different. I love the guided process that opens up our intuition and calls us to put words on paper! I found it liberating to write what I did. This past week in Austin served as confirmation of the value of me stepping into my personal power and purpose. You were a BIG part of that experience and for that I am immensely grateful! Tammy Delaney-Plugowsky, BScN, MA Leadership, CPC, ACC

I had the blessing of being present for Bahareh’s “Your Words Your Voice” session at B&B in April and was gifted a journey I had not planned for.  The way this process works, awakens your soul little by little as each mirroring action unfolds.  You really see and witness your partner.  And low and behold, you become “seen” and witnessed by them.  This action alone, opens your heart in a way that is more than human…it is spiritual.  It is and will be the connective tissue for showing this modality to the world. It is gentle and evokes trust, which is key for unlocking the heart.

Thank you for your gift Bahareh.  It is the light that guides us home.

Love,

Mel

What a delight it was to see your message pop up in my inbox!

Instantly, all of the memories I have of last week and of you WASHED over me and gave me a sense of PEACE and belonging!

Last week was a breakthrough week for me, my business, and my LIFE.

I learned more about myself in two days, then I have learned in 42 years of being on this earth.

You, Bahareh, are a shining light in the midst of ALL darkness.  The way that you pour your soul into everything you do is inspiring.

I cannot WAIT to meet you again and connect.

Your session was one of the most memorable sessions of the week.  I had never thought of a blank piece of paper being so POWERFUL!

When I first started the activity with the blank piece of paper, I thought to myself, “I have NO idea what to put on it!”  “I am going to sound so foolish!”

Then the pen touched the paper and it was MAGICAL!  Though short, it was POWERFUL.

I can’t begin to thank you enough for what YOU did for me last week.

I hope you are doing well and that we can connect soon!

Rusty Shields ……….owner of Develefy Consulting.

Life’s Compass in a Capsule.
Follow the life of the writer through the forest and in the sea to a place of serenity and Light.
Find your own compass within and light your journey of life.