On The Slopes Of “Alborz” – Meditating On Its “Vastness”

From within,The Fire Ablazing ..
Remotely Resembling, From Anticipation ..

The Jousting Of The Angels, Apprehending Fanatically ..
Camouflaging Their existence, For A While ..

On The Clouds, Ever Present ..
Rains Shimmer, Ever Present ..

The Rush Of water, Ever Flowing ..
The Tranquility Of The Earth, More Amazing ..

The wildlife Much Aplenty ..
Beasts and Flowers, sharing Habitat ..

Mountain Lions, Goats, and Leopards ..
Lillies, Jasmines, And Roses ..

The beauty Of It All, All Embracing ..
Its Vastness, Just Mesmerizing ..

If You Were an Artist, A Poet, Or A Writer ..
Bewilderment Much abound, All breath taking ..

As The Sun Comes Up, The Grandiose Of It All ..
Manifesting, Yet Quivering, And All Humbling ..

Mother Nature Telling Us, Yet Be Patient ..
I Am Not Quite Done, Be More Patient ..

If Mohammad, Jesus or moses Are Your Prophet ..
Zartosht, Buddha or Others ..

Brother, Praise God For This Creation ..
Step By Step, My Gratitude Forthcoming ..

If Angels Were To Come On The Ground, I Wouldn’t want To Go ..
I Am Right Here In Heaven, Where Would I Want To Go ..

When I Read Mollana, Shams, and Hafez ..
Sa’adi’s Golestan, Or Baba Taher ..

Although All Beautiful, And Close To My Heart ..
Yet One Look At This Scenery, And I Forget Them All ..

My Brother ..
Believe ..

In ..
A ..

“God” ..

This Beauty ..
Is ..

No ..
“Accident” ..

I Love Our Land ..
God’s Grace Is On Our Land ..

If I Stay abroad For A Hundred More Years ..
My Land Is Iran, My Land ..

God Bless Our Land ..