Manoucher Avaznia

Manoucher

Manoucher jan,
thanks for your words... your poem resonates deep within me and now i understand why.
it flows...its beautiful.
B.

Thaks

Souri Jaan;

Thank you.  I do not deserve this much kindness.  Choobkaaree farmoodeed.  Sharmandeh Shodeem. 

Sepaas

A Word

Azaadeh Jaan;

The origin of almost all my peoms, I believe, goes back to a nostagic look at my past in Iran.  This said, as a person who lived a painful life without direction for two decades as I was a materialist, in the past several years I have come to the conclusion that there is a direction in the motion of every particle in existence.  That direction, though might be thought of as a romantic approach to existence, is towards perfection that I call spiritual existence.  As long as there is matter, there is motion.  I believe the reason for any motion is a kind of imperfection; and so an attraction towards it.  Once something is perfect, there is no reason for it move; and the thing does not achieve that status unless that thing leaves its material existence behind. The whole concept of time is stemmed from the same concept of motion in material aspect of existence.  This is my understanding of Molla Sadraa's philosphy.  Everything is moving towards perfection: living or not living.  And so as a moving being, I believe I share this motion with every being around me in every aspect of being as I receive from them and I give to them.  Therefore, if the sky rains, somhow, it is my tear pouring down.  If nightangales fall in love, it is me who is torn apart by love.  If the sun shines, it is because it need to shine and I share its light.  And so on.  I hope I have not dragged you to an abstract world of which I do not know much either.  What gives me a meaning in life is this concept only; otherwise, the whole concept of life and existence looks like a dreary meaningless repetition of blind occurances of incidents without any reason and pattern that even forebids me from proper comprehension of their patterns and directions.  This acceleration towards perfection is the core of my thoughts about life and existence.  I love to rush towards that beloved without worrying about what I leave behind. The house, indeed, is my resting place where I have no motion: perfection. 

Your poem is binazir

as always.

This became really one of my major point to come here only to read "your poem of the Day".

Thanks a lot to share those fresh air with us. We all need them.

can u elaborate... i think

can u elaborate... i think poems become more meaningful when the poet talks about them... thanks

Thanks

Red Wine Jaan;

Thank you for the offer:

 Naseehat Gofte'ee Jaanaa; Bedaaram Pand  Dar Goosham  

Sharaab'e Sorkh'e Doosheen Raa Sahar Laajore' Meenoosham.

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Enjoyed reading it