the guess who were a wonderful canadian band in the late sixties and early seventies. they are most famous for their song ‘american woman’ but they had a lot of other hits. one of them is very beautiful, and very sad. i wanted to post it. it has nothing to do with my feelings for all of you. but it’s something i have to post
iim going to delete my account this weekend. i’m sorry but i have to do it. if you want to read anything by me over the next few days to know the real rosie (the real robin) you should go to my writings from last year and from this past january. i’m not too happy with my writings from the last couple of months. they didn’t come from the depths of me except for some of the poems. and the things i’ve written this past week. i was finding my true voice again. that’s why i changed my avatar, so you’d know better who I am. but circumstances conspired such that i need to leave permanently.
the political ones and on the power and potential of this website and this technology: “On War, This Website and Concession” and “I Believe in the Internet.”and “Our Google Ratings.” also have some important things to say for some people.
my decision is final. i(if one could say it’s even a decision). ‘m sorry. ii won’t be posting anymore. i expect to have my account deleted by saturday. ‘ll miss you all very much.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsh-xgDLfRo
ps. actually in thinking about it there is one thing i;’d like you all to read. it’s a poem i wrote a couple of months ago and blogged here. it’s called “nation.” the battle between ohrmazd, the Light, over ahriman, darkness, is the central symbol. that’s what i want you all to remember of me. so i’ll post it now.
nation
you are tearing
you are tearing
you are torn in two
like your nation
your beautiful nation
you are torn asunder
there are two of you
and it wounds you
so you wound others
to heal those wounds
but the battle
that rages
must be fought in you
because you
only you
can heal your nation’s wounds
your beautiful wounded nation
is waitng for you
nation of Haafez
of Forough
nation of nightengale and rose
of koroush
bahaullah
of al-quarezmi
and mossadegh
shirin ebaadi
kiarostaami
nation of you
your beautiful bleeding nation
is waiting for beautiful you
and the final
conflagration
must burn in you
and the forest must succumb
to the flames
and the Light
must triumph
over dark
it is foretold
new growth emergimg
far richer than ever imagined
trees of Faith
trees of Strength
trees of sacred Truth
of branches
reaching out
embracing the world with Light
and the time
it is now
and has always been now
it is here right here
this is your time Iraan
Everything is Sacred
the Sacred is You
Jaavid Iraan
I will never lose Faith in You.
