the cage is wide open

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The Grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried up all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls…..John Muir

only when the horizon is wide and the sky is close with kissing clouds….only then can the mystery unveil and the beauty seep in…..

We often forget that We Are Nature. Nature is not something separate from us. So when we say that we have lost our connection to nature, we’ve lost our connection to ourselves……Andy Goldsworthy

flying from up to down

The Broken-Winged Bird

Who am I? A forgotten fable,

a speck of dust left behind by the wind in the district of love,

a drunkard who has fallen unconscious,

rejected by the master; with no guidance,

an exhausted traveler who has lost his way,

a refugee worn out from suffering and injustice,

a broken-winged bird left behind in the cage,

already driven out of the garden and ignored by the hunter,

a pale blush on the lips of the beloved Shirin,

a smoldering spark left behind from the stone cutter Farhad.

Having traded my prayer rug and cloak for wine,

I am a hungover drunk who has forgotten all litanies.

Nurbakhsh was drowned in the ocean of fana,

for he was a muffled sigh in the chest, a suppressed cry in the heart.

…..Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh

2 thoughts on “the cage is wide open

    • and then the birds whoosh out……love the possibility in this poem, in this day, in the fierce movement of heart-keeping…..may the birds sing long into your evening Bobbie….

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