Secrets

Misplaced

SHERVIN — Wed, 16 Jul 2008 12:20:10 GMT

Misplaced Hybrid is my fabric Dialectic my thought My being a contrast Like the day and the night Oh god how am I misplaced in this sight Men make rules of action and act of rules Men think practice and make handy tools I am a feeling flowed to secret-heart I am a motion dancing to chants of Might Oh god how am I misunderstand in this shade light Bodies to commit; Lips to promise, Hands to hold on Norms to chain the passionate mind Movement is my image, Kisses my message And the single true of this tale is the temporarily of this passage Oh god how am I misjudged in this human twilight Shervin July 16, 2008

SISTER TWIN

SHERVIN — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 21:47:51 GMT

Sister twin I saw my twin sister, She smiled at me Before wrestle me down I saw my shadow She muse a song Before kiss me so long I saw the mirror Turn red, Before veiling my surround I saw you Vague But certain I lost you And Found you Back Black Under attack In the everlasting cosmic fight Without leaving a track But it was you It is Thou left me But never leave I forgot Thought memories are my believe Some laugh, Some cried for me No one remember Or could find The mystery The time is gone, and the shadows are gone, Twine sister is unknown Mirror broken I am An everlasting token There must be a myth of birth Hidden In the dark ground The God and Goddess Daddy and Ma What moves them to bring me and my twin sister here? To separate us then? And send me away then? There is a quest, In my heartbeat But I forgot the rhythm And the sense There is a sign on sky Reminds me something I look yet can’t see There is a sister twin I feel her breath yet can’t read her tongue So I wrote this song Shervin July 2008

Death Valley

SHERVIN — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 21:04:20 GMT

Death Valley Crashed and down Sad and sound Dark and ground Witch hunting has begun Not a wave Nor a cave Pained like a slave Misty, all surround Wish is gone Love is gone Faith rotten and down Doubt the master and the élan Crazy skin Wild hair Mad rhythm in my head Heartbeat, like whispers of a dead pound Die before dead Cry in the cage Burn in your edge No victory without various damage Kill all you are to keep the life Go, kiss, goodbye, Fire is flaming to make you fly SHERVIN

midnight sun

SHERVIN — Sat, 24 May 2008 10:57:41 GMT

Midnight sun Dark inward and dark outward Magnificent is the midnight sun A touch is a touch Timeless and tide So call me And miss me Love me And kiss me Dead wish Just a tiny step from reborn So kill me and carry me Deliver me My mother And my lover My eternally burning fire Love&Respect Shervin May 2008

Three butterflies

SHERVIN — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 11:50:09 GMT

Three Butterflies Once up on a time There where three peculiar butterflies Their peculiarity was in their fantasies about the flames The fantasies where old taboos That had been forbidden to even think about “Fire worship is the fate of barbaric moths, we are the beauty itself no need to become beautiful in the light of fire, we are the most sophisticated manifestation of ecstatic; the chosen one, to be adore and admire to be loved. We are the beloved, not driven by the gaze of flames, it is us that awake passion we need no awakening nor flames” So was the mantra their parents whisper in their ears each night to bring them in to sleep. Then it came this day, They saw a light and the light was shining in another way It was not like the daylight, the colour of the sun Nor was it the reflection the midnight moon The light was golden like the crown of the king It was orange like the desert of Indian midland And deep blue like the tropical oceans Where the dolphins came to sing It was a gentle like A singular light Silent and solid Yet dancing and turning subtle to left and right It was a candlelight One of the butterflies said: “Oh I am in love with this gentle light It warms my heart, At last the fire captured me” Yet the mantras of their parents came to her mind: “this is the forbidden love! Oh I am a sinner and I will be punish, God forgive me for this” She said and turn away from the light The other one got closer to the light “This warmth is boiling me inside, only light I see, only heat I feel, I am melting in this sensation Let me make love to you candle Let me hold you with my wings.” And so he deed. The fire touched gently his little wings “Oh no, I am burning, You deceiver, you barbaric lover, What do you do to me? This is then the reason why our folk warn us for love”, he said and flow away from the light. The tired butterfly didn’t say a word; Nothing to hear from it; It was a moment of exertion, From head to tail, There was a presence, It lengthen, Soften and broaden it, The whole manifestation Then it jump in to the centre of candlelight The fire burn it First it became golden; Then orange and then deep blue It was all a sudden and then there was only light Love&Respect, Shervin

The Velvet Night

SHERVIN — Sun, 23 Mar 2008 13:35:59 GMT

The Velvet Night Don’t track the light in the shiny streets of desire Don’t look for the beauty in the outward perfection The exiled pain is a gentle touch; The most adorable tongue of passion The Velvet Night Waiting to unveiled Be aware Splendid is the dark-light Believe in this tale . . . Love&Respect Shervin

Come & Cut my head off

SHERVIN — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 22:40:42 GMT

Come & Cut my head off There is a tie in my head I know and I realize, the way to free this mind is to lose the head There is a cramp in my heart I feel in each inhalation and in all exhalations and I am aware a sharp arrow is the liberation so come to me cut this head off but cut it tender and soft So come to me and penetrate your poisoned arrow deep in this chest search slowly for my heart but push the arrow with passion do it with ecstasy and in joy Shervin February 24 2008

listen, watch and let know

SHERVIN — Tue, 08 Jan 2008 21:54:24 GMT

A very dear tribe friend send me the following music fragments asking me to listen without prejudice and let her know what these fragments brings up in me. I would like to share the fragments and my feeling about with all you dear friends. Listen first before you read my reflection please. I would like to hear your reflection and emotions on this very much. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2BAR248VRG0 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiqu6pItSVg http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lyBDSbYx1m4 With love&respect, Shervin My reflection To me, these three pieces are complimentary. The first one is a call to the heaven, it make me rise my arms, I hold my hand palms toward sky and call my celestial parents. It s the call of return to my heavenly origin. The second one bring my heart in its archetypical rhythm, my chest open up, my shoulders goes down there is space in my ribcage for the real proportion of love and the pain of love My heart goes adventurous ready to risk the killing love. It is a call to burn in longing. The third one is sensual, erotic ecstasy streaming to my sex organs, I feel the heat. It is an ages old call for a man flowing in de earth and body of a woman . . . I cannot review the quality of Enigma’s music. I am not a a musician nor educated for that. What I know is that there is this old ritualistic sensuality in it. The wisdom of buddy organs and the celestial organs of human being. It is, if you like, the music of chakras and the soul streaming in between. Love, Shervin

Divine Penetration

SHERVIN — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 15:06:43 GMT

Divine penetration Feel the wind touch gently your sensual locks And the sun gives the golden kisses to them Hear the rhythm love’s footsteps This time It is your turn The cadence of universe is immortal So is the ebb and flow The birds make love in spring And the human being reaches the moment of reborn Only in autumn of his life The autumn is arriving And see how restless I am How to die? And how to live Again All the hiding places and endless thoughts are useless How to die? And how to reborn? I do not know, Yet there is this immanent love in me This unbearable longing to penetrate you The mountain that my life form is Need to explore the universe of your fertile body I am Volcanic Allow my boiling longing Get in to you Burn you Feel the fire of love I do not know, How to become And what to become I do feel this existential need To burn you So open up to this divine penetration For this is not desire or instinct driven This is the endless love singing this time with the colour of my melodies And when she would leave me - And she will - I will be a silent mountain again So open up to this divine penetration And remember the very first moment of your pregnancy For this seed is not made by my body but has been circulating in the celestial consciousness in de endless ocean of love Just to reach the Island of your soundless desires, This time It’s your turn So open up to this divine penetration And let your body give borne to the lovechild For now and for ever The only reason And the only cause of existence Of the material world Let the human being encounter, Again, With his mythical origin And let them bow to you And weep for the destiny of love and the lovechild For they know: the volcanic mountain soon will get back to the silence And they know: they will crucify the lovechild once again as predestined as they are So open up to this divine penetration yet be aware the fruit of this passionate act your lovechild is celestial and soon will get back to his heavenly homeland again

RETURN Simurgh’s song

SHERVIN — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 09:07:24 GMT

RETURN Simurgh’s song The time has come To fly again The horizon is bleeding, Spin up! To the sky again Recall your wings And they will return The sun has been hidden Weep loud! Let her shine again The Darkness not meant to sleep The night is to remember The pain is the path Awake! Glimpse beauty of the Lost again The time has come The heaven Must be found again Return! The bleeding-heart Flow! The Angelic from Will be draw again Glory is the motion Grieve is the cage Chant! Melancholic soul And fly again Shervin July 2007

Light Upon Light

SHERVIN — Sun, 29 Jul 2007 21:27:11 GMT

The light Upon light Secret is the song that turned the birds on To search for Simorgh* in Far East and far beyond Secret is the image Farhad glimpsed That brought hem the dance, the rapture That he engraved Shirins name on the Rock And all around The quest is the secret The name is the way The searching is the path The dead way is to stay Not the ear knows the tongue of the secret Nor the tongue knows the sounds of the secret The Hymn was meant to hear by bleeding hearts, Not the curious minds The Zikr** is the song of spirit, Not the mortal kinds The uniqueness of the lover: he always hear her sounds The only path to light is becoming light, And then to surrender to Light Upon Light Shervin July 2007 *The Persian Phoenix ** Sufi Mantra

Two Wings

SHERVIN — Wed, 04 Jul 2007 21:26:02 GMT

Two Wings Forgive me, I am searching, Forgive my desperation It is the pain of separation This is the song of my life story The longing of sing is the mystery Any one who is been in pain Look for people to hear his rhyme Each dark cloud is a hidden blossom If only there is a willing earth to let its rain Thee art thunder, Says the master, Thee shall turn Shout the caster All signs and symbols hide two wings The Two made The One So became beauty the beings The One fulfilling my mind, The Two embracing my heart, The doubt is without, within is all sight I see the light and I hear the sigh forgot the rhythm but know the hymn don’t know the way but reckon, this side Past is present And present is the past My story is a history The tale went so fast Pain and doubts and fears Tears and tenderness and treasures All will leave What remain are the wings and the wishes The dreams, memories and the moves The need to fly, The Angelic desire to become destroyed by dust of illuminated light up on light Shervin July 2007