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SUMMERTIME by Shahla Ghobadi

 I am very fascinated by the whole idea of seasons

I'm fascinated with their coming and going, each with their limited time and unique symbolic meanings. I wrote Summertime to describe a night, in which body can be physically exhausted, but some body care and positive thoughts can sometimes make a big difference.  

Way beyond the summer and brook,
in the seclusion of this life,
i am sitting in the stillness of tonight.
Perhaps the spirit of dawn
has entered me in such a way
that with sleepy eyes,
exhausted, in pieces, faded,
i persist until morning.
And it is while wearing the golden Argan,
from head to toe,
that your thoughts stream peacefully,
from my parted lips.

Again i sense all the fields i have not yet run,
and all the rivers i have not yet seen.
and all the summers i have not yet lived.
My knees lift me up to your eyes,
and I feel laying upon your fingertips
My entire life is unfolding in you.
I think i may need more of these nights,
to render my being to you
- river of luminosity,
just before I mingle,
with the magic call of fall.

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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  1. Beautiful sharing............I too have been profoundly affected by Rumi and Hafiz........and i feel the spiritual flow in your writing.....
    "My entire life is unfolding in you.
    I think i may need more of these nights,
    to render my being to you
    - river of luminosity,"

    wonderful lines....................

    "laying on your fingertips".......beautiful image!

    Naomi Stone


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