The original poem I wrote with this title is in Persian, written in 2010. I promised someday I will write the English version because of enormous positive response I got and while I don’t deserve it, thanks all who said nice words about it. Sorry, most of the time English can not capture the soul and depth of Persian mystic poetry. I will try my best.
A lie !!!!
You told me to lie and live comfortably
I said sure, but all my lies are truth
What they call truth is fraud, children stories.
What I say are lies according to the world
Because you can not feel it with five senses
What is evident to others, always hidden from me.
You said: You gave me headache, I don’t know what are you saying.
I said of course, because the language I speak
They haven’t invented alphabet for it yet
You said can you not speak in my language?
I said why not, just close your ears
Only then you would understand my secret
You said repent from blasphemy and disbelief.
I said no way, blasphemy is my faith.
What they call faith is the worse than apostasy
It is not fair whatever you hear from cleric and Imam
You call it words of God
You said abandon crooked ways, choose a straight path.
I said I don’t have legs to go straight or crooked
My soul is a globe of fire my tribe is the Sun itself.
anywhere it stands, the center of gravity doesn’t change
Wherever it goes, it is the right path.
You said you tested all my patience
I don’t want to hear anymore
I said now you getting somewhere
What you said at the end
Is the beginning of free soul
December 28 2015