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)