Thirty Birds

To joy


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Thirty Birds
by Rosie T.
24-Jan-2008
 

As I told you recently in my article "Leila and Me", there was a time following a relationship with a Persian man when I went under. And I showed you the poem I came back with. About two months before that I had written a poem called "Thirty Birds". It was a very different journey. It also dealt with going under, but it was an ascent, rather than a descent, into light.

He was a self-styled Sufi, the man in question, and as you no doubt know the title "Thirty Birds" comes from Attar's Simorgh in "The Conference of the Birds." Attar's seventh and final stage of the Sufi's journey, fanaa (extinction) is often translated into English as the Valley of Death. It is an erroneous translation but it fit the experience revealed in this poem.

This poem was revealed to me. Let us not argue from whence, whether from the sub- or super-consciousness, and simply accept that, as with the Leila poem, I had no conscious choice or will in its making, only in the editing.

It revealed itself with Attar's journey as the central metaphor, but it also revealed the presence of Ahriman/Angra Manyu, Ahura Mazda's opponent. I envisioned him somehow very strongly as Khomeini engaged in a battle with the "songgirl", Forough, for the soul of Iran and the world.

Yet the poem also revealed intense Christian symbols: steeples and bells, a saying of Jesus, also as in Attar the top of the mountain. And it is fitting because in reality the spirituality of Iran is a complex synthesis of many religions. including Christianity, Judaism, Buddhism and Turkic shamanism with Mazdaism and Islam.

I just learned that Balkh, where Rumi came from, was until the advent of Islam for a thousand years a great center of Buddhism. And I wonder how much that age-old substratum influenced his vision.

The relationship between Ashura and the Christian flagellantis has been a recent topic of conversation on this website. And under the Sassanids, despite their oppressions, the fertile genius of the Iranian imagination gave birth to ever newer religions, to Mazdakism and to Manichaeism. Later, of course, came the Bahai.

The true religion of Iran, Iran's true spirituality, has all names and no name.

Suffering in Shiism, as in others of the religions which form Iran's spirituality, is seen as an essential part of purification. But the purification achieved through suffering should lead to a catharsis and a new dawn. That is to say, to joy.

To Light.

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THIRTY BIRDS

for j.

 

You said at the end I would find myself

That every journey is about ourselves

I trusted your hand and in silence

I went.

We walked across valleys filled with birds

and the seventh one was the valley of death

In Death Valley you rested your head on my breasts

as the clouds caress the mountains with erosion.

And then I saw you recede in the distance

and then I saw nothing but Death

 

I slept.

 

I never intended to wake

but I woke

and somehow I was on top of the mountain

something had pulled me up

and I looked

and I saw steeples

and I heard

 

birds birds hundreds of birds

flapping their wings

bathed in light

I heard everything

the screams of delight

the pain of the dying

the crystalline beauty of the bells

you

 

and angriman was there

angriman too

and his jackdaws

and the songgirl he hurled

into the wall

and the crashing of the glass

and the wretched earth

and the poor ye shall have with you always

but why?

 

and then there were only thirty birds

the mountain the mind and memory and erosion.

I saw a young child alone by a road

I remembered her name.

She had once been me.

I felt her recoil from a slap on the face.

I knew who she was.

I understood.

 


We have all been abandoned

we have all been slapped

the mountain on which I stood

had been struck

 

the birds too

had all been struck

every flapping

every

flutter every

leprous feather

struck

 

and

 

my father

struck

by the love he could not give

and my mother by the love

she gave too much

 

and terror and

feathers

and

fear of the road

 

and the idiot angriman

foaming invectives

 

and you who had left me

you too

struck

 

and then

 

everything was

me

and

you and

thirty birds

 

and my father

and my mother and

 

one bird only

 

and I knew

I had reached

the end of my journey

 

and the motherfather

 

and I wept.


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I like it, David

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What would this condition be called? A fowlocracy? Tyranny of the poultry? The pectorate?

The problem is the site administers want to be "good guys" and accomodate these chickens' "anonymity" based the claim that IRI may hurt them (mostly overdramatized fabrications). But they abuse Javid's good will and ruin the site in the process.

Let's face it. It's not just bad (fowl?) language. It's the quality and care of the comments, as well as the level of maturity. I hope the powers that be find a good solution soon because this site is losing quality writers.


David ET

"we" and the "Anonymous" regime

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I just read these comments written to Rosie by an "anonymous "chicken: "Why do you think we care whether your lover was "Persian", "Azeri", "Jewish", "American"? Who cares? Who really cares? You are so bloody narcissistic! We are NOT impressed by you! "

and I thought:

I have seen some dictators in my life, but thanks to iranian.com these days there is a new form of dictatorship by few "anonymous" chickens who speak for "we" and also dictate what and how "we" should or should not say or write! 


Rosie T.

I write the introductions

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so that people can follow the poems better. I also use them as points of departure for ideas about Iran that are part of the general website discourse at the time. When my poems are simpler and self-explanatory, as with my last "article", "Three short ones," there is no explanation.  Having an introduction is a VERY good way of presenting poetry that is difficult to follow and the Internet provides a forum where that can be done.  It's actually an excellent way of making poetry both more accessible and more situated in other contexts for discussion, both personal and cultural.  When I say it's just a poem, I mean it shouldn't be held responsible for conveying an experience of ultimate Enlightenment, which it makes no claims to.  It doesn't mean I shouldn't be allowed to present it with an introduction that contextualizes it. .  The technology is new and it opens up opportunities for means of communication which break the traditional frozen boundaries. In my case that means combining the poetic with the personal and the cultural to achieve a totality of expression.  It's crucially important that my lover was Iranian because the synthesis at the end of the poem is about transcending the male/female duality and that duality is at the root of most of Iran's problems as a patriarchal culture, and also most of "civilization's" problems. But this is an Iranian website. That question of patriarchy is crucially important.

 

If I were Iranian you probably wouldn't even be asking me these questions.  You'd probablyj ust accept what I had to offer for what it is.

And anyway if I'm so narcissistic why are you telling me you like my photo? You shouldn't be feeding my naricssism.


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To Rosie

by Anonymus (not verified) on

If it's only a poem, why didn't you submit it like everybody else: in silence and with modesty. Why all that pompous prose that comes before it? Why do you think we care whether your lover was "Persian", "Azeri", "Jewish", "American"? Who cares? Who really cares? You are so bloody narcissistic! We are NOT impressed by you!

But I find this portrait painting of you absolutely breathtaking. What a beauty you are, Coochooloo :-)

//www.kentlew.com/carol/Rosie.html


Rosie T.

This is a poem. It doesn't make any claims about Enlightenment..

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it doesn't make any claims about anything. It's just an experience, an experience that some would say is inner, revealed to me in the course of an outer experience I had losing someone I loved. I sent it in here because of its Persian symbols. The steeples occur at the beginning of the journey so there's no reason why there should be any kind of transcendence of duality there.  There is a gradual progression toward reconcilation or transcendence of duality, which is symbolized by the motherfather at the end, but the journey itself does not go beyond a stage of profound suffering. That would not be a complete Enlightenment experience but still a very human one. I didn't coose the title "light" or the caption "joy" either.  "Joy" was something I mentioned in the introduction in my musings on Iranian religion, thinking particularly of Shism which normally doesn't transcend the stage of suffering either, and thinking that it should. But it normally doesn't.  Neither does this poem. I've been clear in the intro.The use of the translation of fanaa as death in the context of an abandonment speaks for itself. This isn't Attar's journey, it's mine.

There is, as I said, an approximation to the true fanaa (annihilation, extinction of all duality) at the end but as long as the locus of the poem remains in suffering, it cannot be said to be about ultimate Enlightenment.  Nor does it claim to, and I don't understand why people think it does, or it should.  It is what it is, an experience. A poem.

I also don't understand why some people would use this as an opportunity to tear the author to shreds. It's a poem. It came from a very deep and painful place. And the introduction has nothing but beautiful and favorable things to say about Iranian culture. I don't understand the venom but it's hurtful. So if that's your intention, you're successful.  Congratualation. I wouldn't want to be like that, though, happy about hurting other people, but that's your choice.

Thanks to those who gave me words of encouragement.

 


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To: Anonymous Bazari-ye Bee Savaad

by McBeth (not verified) on

Great poem. Thank you, Sir.

Unfortunately, Sheik Rosie has no insight and cannot understand your poem. She learns everything by heart like a parrot and because she hasn't understood them, she mixes them together and makes a tasteless salad out of them, offering it to us to "impress" us. She is the most narcissistic woman I have ever seen. The "I" you're talking about, is her whole being!


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To Nadia: Sibil interesting name...........

by McBeth (not verified) on

What makes you think that we needed you to TELL us what "Sibil" means? Don't you think it is condescending to *assume* that we don't know its meaning? Your people might not be colonizers, but YOU and your mistress (female master), Sheik Rosie, do have colonizers' attitude. Stop insulting us!

And for your information: the female prophet is written like this: Cybil. Ok? Now next time educate yourself before showing off. Readers are much more educated than you and Rosie combined. Get a job!


Nadias

hahaha......so your

by Nadias on

name is huge mustache. Well, what do you know? I thought it was a real name and that you were a woman. No offense of course.

I am no one's mouth piece. I only speak for me, myself and I. Besides Rosie T. is very capable of speaking for herself.

Nadia


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To: Nadias

by Sibil (not verified) on

Now come on. As I said, you could pitch but not to be Rosi's mouth piece. No offense off course.
btw, Sibil means mustache in Persian. Its a nick name for a man with a huge one.


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Your huts is keeping you from seeing the Higher View ..

by Anonymous Bazari-ye Bee Savaad (not verified) on

Salaam Rosie T.,
.
You saw steeples and birds
having been brought up so high
on what on waking became apparent
the sign of the earth bound low to the ground
.
mother struck daddy too
morgh beh kenaar, 30 or two
Ayatollah Ahriman va song-girl
duality circus (but no clown)
.
but there is a one broken in 2
standing in the midst
up on the hill top
crying, its a grand view
.
Sufis say Love burns not-Eye
HU's way of making a point
bringing you gently up, saying
Look at 2! From Hands of the One only Barakaa!
.
Rosie T., Temporary
Recluse, on the loose,
break the mirror of your I
and learn to See with the Eye.
...
Backwards.
.


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In principle, you're right...

by RoseRose (not verified) on

but for one who brags about being an academic and also wanting to make a change, this pathetic expression of self neither testifies to the former nore is in any conceivable degree close to the latter...if it just feels good to write whatever and post, fine, no quarrel..., but if that's the case, then RT should get out of the saddle and learn some modesty when lecturing others with her peculiar jargon...


Nadias

Sibil interesting name...........

by Nadias on

in English and Greek it means female prophet.

Well, your posture in your avatar (icon)  is much better than mine.  No offense of course

I shall tell the photographer of your recommendations. :o)

PS: Wasn't the name Sibil used in some horror movie? I will need to ask around and get back to you on it.

 

Nadia


David ET

RoseRose:

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I am actually so thankful for internet taking the exclusivities of the privileged afluent (academics included) and self satisfying egos of some of them ...to privide means to everyone (including those who belong to different "clubs") express themselves . Viva internet! 


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To Rosie- Nadias you can pitch in too

by Sibil (not verified) on

Your posture in your image (icon) makes me confuse. What position are you in? Are you looking back or are you standing side ways looking back? It kind of reminds me of the gal in exorcist. No offense off course.


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good imagery

by twi-light (not verified) on

spiritual emotions and human emotions overlap, both are needed.


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What were you doing RT

by RoseRose (not verified) on

When there was no internet? Where did you spill ink and reveal your inner gifts to readers? Oh well, what has become of academics.... Or are you one really?


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The Seven Valleys

by Former Sufi (not verified) on

....
The Valley of Search
The Valley of Love
The Valley of Knowledge
The Valley of Unity
The Valley of Contentment
The Valley of Wonderment
The Valley of True Poverty and Absolute Nothingness


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Lack of modesty in you

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... is what transpires from your writing. A fruitful tree hangs lower! You are mistaking emotional issues with spiritual path. Only ignorant people appreciate the salad you offer them.


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Nirvana?

by Anonymus (not verified) on

I've never met anyone who had reached Nirvana. I guess some people are too arrogant to kill "Buddha" when they see him on the road. Poor Attar. If he knew!


David ET

Rosie

by David ET on

Such emotions such humanity..

hugs


Nadias

Very well written as always.........

by Nadias on

 

great depth, feeling and emotions expressed. 

Solh va Doosti (paz a vosotros)

Nadia