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A MAPLE TREE IN MY HEART by Shahla Ghobadi


This poem relates to my experience on the importance of perseverance in tough times…

It is about how seasons change and how better times will come, naturally. It is about what makes a difference.

 In this poem, I talk to my 8-year-old niece. I tell her how we will have more meaningful dialogue when she grows older. I tell her about the stillness of a single grass and how we can learn from her.
A Maple Tree in My Heart

Another spring is breaking out
And I feel a maple tree growing inside my heart
It is celebrating the season, making sweet golden sap inside
I bless the winter nights that nourished my heart
Some time when you grow older, when you become a woman
Sit with me; ask me what made a difference
In keeping the light in heart and vision
In feeling gratitude, in plain dark days and nights
I will listen to you, and you will listen to us
We can then turn down and look at a silent grass
Knowing how it keeps its stillness over years, million years
You will then know we have a similar story
Together, we should plant a seed of peace
Doesn’t matter which season it is
We will feel the unfolding universe of light- again and again
~


Shahla Ghobadi is an IT consultant, a Researcher in information systems, and a Writer. Born in Iran, to an artistic family, she was strongly influenced by Arabic calligraphy and Persian poetry, in particular Hafiz and Rumi.  She started writing Persian poetry from a young age. Beside her professional career, which she loves, she is passionate about practicing bhakti-yoga, following flexible raw food life style, and creating art clips. She lives in Sydney where she enjoys the magnificent beauties of its nature.   



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