I’ll put up a boat
And I set it free off the shore
I’ll let it take me away from this eerie land,
where nobody calls up the sleeping heroes
from the midst of their long, lonely trance.

I’ll put up a boat,
and I set it free off the shore;
a boat with no net, with no seine,
and with my heart cleansed of wish for pearl.

I’ll sail away on the tides
I’ll sing all along the ride.

Neither the blues of the deeps,
Nor the mermaids, natives of the seas
will captivate me from my solitary glide
I’ll move on with pride.

I’ll sail away on the tides,
I’ll sing all along the ride:

“I’ll leave this eerie land behind;
its men failed to recall the tales of their legends,
its women were not as luscious as clusters of grape,
its mirrors evaded from celebration of the shapes.
I did not see a torch,
I did not see a loch.”

I shall sail away,
I am tired of the reign of opaque panes
Now it’s time for the verse of the glass.


I’ll sail away on the tides
I’ll sing all along the ride:

“Beyond the seas,
There is another land;
Its windows open to the virtue of the lights
On its roofs, doves constantly gaze at the soar of human mind
Its children walk with the backpacks full of wisdom and trust.”

“Beyond the seas,
There is another land;
People there, they care
for the airs of a gentle hill
for the feel of brief dream.
Its soil listens to the song of your soul,
Its wind carries the scent of wings of the birds.”

“Beyond the seas,
There is another land;
Its dawn is white, clear and vast,
alike the freshness of the day’s first sight
Its poets are heirs of the water, wind and light.”

Beyond the seas,
There is another land:

I shall put up a boat,
I will put up a boat.



By: Sohrab Sepehri
Translation: Maryam Dilmaghani
Photo by: Jahan

The Body is Too Slow for Me

Toward the gardens,
Toward the orchards,
I am going.
If you want to stay here,
Stay here -
I am going!
My day is dark without His Face,
Toward that bright flame
I am going.

My soul is racing ahead of me.
It says, The body is too slow for me -
I am going.

The smell of apples arises
from the orchard of my soul.
One whiff and I am gone -
Toward a feast of apples
I am going.

A sudden wind won't blow me over.
Toward Him, like a mountain of iron,
I am going.

My shirt is ripped open
with the pain of loss.
Searching for a new life,
with my head held high,
I am going.

I am fire, though I seem like oil -
Seeking to be the fuel of His fire,
I am going.

I appear as a steady mountain
Yet bit by bit,
Toward that tiny opening
I am going.

~Rumi~

Afghanistan: The Burka Band.
www.youtube.com/watch

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.


~ Rumi ~

Time
(Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour) 7:06

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say.


History repeats itself or we repeat it but it won’t be the same each time and maybe there isn't next time!
Dark side of the moon Roger Waters on ture 2006 ....more poweful then before on stage again to sing out reality
of our crazy world and showing the darker side of the moon one more time anlong amaizing visual effects.
I am energinized by seeing their live concert tonight, You should see them too, on any screen or any stage!!!

Concert tour 2006 Schedule
www.ticketliquidator.com/tix/r...l.aspx

History of Dark Side of the moon.
video.google.com/videoplay

War on Iraq poster exhibition.

www.miniaturegigantic.com/233.html

photography of Brent Stirton
www.brentstirton.com/projects.php