In Honor of Boobquake

Boobquake: it all got started by this quote...

"Many women who do not dress modestly ... lead young men astray, corrupt their chastity and spread adultery in society, which (consequently) increases earthquakes," Hojatoleslam Kazem Sedighi was quoted as saying by Iranian media. Sedighi is Tehran's acting Friday prayer leader.

Yes, because women's curves are at fault for leading men astray and corrupting them.
ONE WOMAN started boobquake- a day where women in support of it wear low cut/revealing shirts to see if it will really start an earthquake.

To me, the irony here is that the earth itself resembles a woman's body. The natural curves of the landscape, the peaks of mountain ranges that leave us breathless- that is true natural beauty. The female body is the human version of a breath taking landscape.

We should be able to be proud of our bodies without being accused of "corrupting" anyone's chastity.

We are strong and empowered women- see our cleavage and hear us roar.

Lost and Found

It seems to me
that everyone else
is simply trying
to find themselves.

There are days
and especially nights
where I want to lose myself
among long roads and city lights

Maybe the question
is not of lost and found
but what we hear
when there is a lack of sound

We do not discover ourselves
we, instead, are creating
the self we will become;
there's no point in waiting

Seize the day while it remains yours
For if it passes you by
you will have no tears of hope
left for you to cry.

Clarity

I've discovered that if I sit close enough to the rush
it drowns out everyone's voice but my own.
In the ensuing and eerie hush
I find simple comfort in being alone.

I fade into the background,
A skill I learned over the years
I seek security in the lack of sound,
and a lack of judgment from my peers.

The path is clear
I'm ready for the ride
yet I always find difficulty
when unsure of the other side.

I have begun the return to my center
my mind is open, but I have yet to enter.

Kneeling

All our lives,
we become strong.
We hide our vulnerability
at being mistaken; being wrong.

Yet you hear one voice
saying to set yourself free
become uninhibited;
fall to your knees

See the world through a child's eyes
if it suits you, pray.
Feel small again
discover the meaning of today.

Ask for forgiveness,
or for someone to spend their life with you
show respect and loyalty
or fall apart from all you've been through.

Knowingly let judgement be passed
in your vulnerable state
trust in those around you
else lose all faith

Let yourself fall,
let yourself feel
nothing more than the truth
set aside your pride and kneel.




(Originally written 7/27/2008)

The Secret Flower

The secret is encased
in a delicate green shell
where protection leads to mystery
and tiny dewdrops dwell

Slowly, the bud opens
peeking through known security
Innocence is shed, not taken
as it realizes its physicality

The bud, now a flower
unfurls in the sun
petals firm but soft
tell of what has begun

Vivid red petals
streaked with white
meet the day with joy
and hesitantly, the night

It sways gently
calmed by trust
grown with love
and nurtured by lust

Youth is lost;
experience is gained
peaceful and beautiful
true potential attained.



(Originally written 11/6/2009)

Elements of Self

I'm lost in the present
the moment between my future and past
searching, searching, searching
For a feeling that won't last

I hear the gentle wind
the soft whisper in my ear
it tells me to be light and carefree
to embrace courage in the face of fear

I smell the perfume of life;
the pungent scent of the earth
telling me to be solid and constant
to ignore others when discovering my worth

I taste the misty rain
the cold, bittersweet tang
reminding me to persevere;
to embrace my yin as well as yang

I feel the heat of the flames
The warmth that caresses my skin
pushing me to achieve my potential
to use my core, the strength within

I become silent, but I can't find my inspiration
I breathe the cold air, but I can't find my dedication
I taste the rain, but I can't find my determination
I stand near the fire, but I can't find my motivation

I look into myself
Searching for the light
which pushes me to love
and it all seems right.



(Originally written 6/2/2009)

Sunrise, Sunset

I do not dream or live
in shades of gray,
I admire the ever changing sunrise;
The beginning of each day.

I thrive in a world
filled with light:
thoughts and color
have never seemed so bright.

I look on with awe
at the stories behind a rainbow;
a smile within the sky
to be swallowed with sunset's glow

While I am a daughter of the moon,
I am a lover of the sun;
When surrounded by the twinkling stars
I find my heart coming undone.

At the top of the world

I've stood on top of the world
surrounded by silence
watching each person
slowly build their own fence

Walls to separate
and barriers to divide
barring the unknown
and protecting their pride

Lacking incentive to expand
or even to explore
the great mysteries
just outside their door

Searching for answers,
but asking the wrong being:
looking with their eyes
without truly seeing

Solutions are apparent-
when not fixating on pain
they show themselves,
clear and refreshing as rain

I do not assure you
I've found anything new
Only that I've learned to look
and I love the view