In an infant’s crying,
In a hammer’s pounding,
In a river’s thundering roar,
In a mother’s teardrops,
In a friend’s hand reaching out,
In a stranger’s heartfelt smile,
In a night’s union of moon and
His mistresses, a thousand anxious stars,
In a sunrise’s promise and strength
That splendor rises in horizon with such glory,
In hidden corners but not
From those with open eyes,
In encounters to be manifested by
Those who can see and navigate
The oceans with the eyes from inside,
In silence when thought is subdued,
Space becomes a zone where
Heart is not afraid to dance beyond
Those limiting established lines.
Farhad
