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Negin.motamed.khorasani@gmail.com

I am a consciousness activist, educator, coach, and the founder of the infinite. I have been a lifelong seeker of truth and meaning and poetry and writing have been the way for me to make sense of things within and without. I rejoice in supporting people to get in touch with their inner being and meaning, to explore the depth of their feelings and needs, to discover their unique ways of expression, and to identify their most impactful roles in society. I have witnessed, time and time again the uniting, cathartic and liberating power of art and the pleasure of connecting with one another to muse and to get lost in the ecstasy of oneness.

YOUR SILENCE

Whispers of foliage, songs of birds, clamor of Ravens,

Do not disturb your immense silence, They praise it joyously.

Every morning, in the twilight of your garden Filled with love and fragrance of flowers, I breathe and stretch my wings, Till dusk, when I go to sleep with the sweet joy of being close to you,

And once again, at dawn, restless like a child, I eagerly open my eyes to you, Closing them to the world!

O, pure beauty, Linger for a moment in the mirror of my heart, May it reflect your glory till eternity!

Negin M. Khorasani

March 6, 2012 Manapakkam, India

I AM

Now that garden is rising from the deep winter sleep,

I am growing as the grass

I am feeding on grass as the groundhog

I am melting as ice and flowing as water

I nurture the soil, the roots, and all tiny creatures

I fly as the geese and I blow as the wind

I spread everywhere as sunshine, On the ground, on the ocean, on the skin of trees, animals, and humans

I penetrate as hope into the heart of the hopeless

I become a piece of bread in the hands of the homeless

I nest in your cup as a dark, rich, hot chocolate that brings warmth and joy to your day!

I glow in your eyes and in your heart as you move with the flow of life

In my eyes all are equal old or young, poor or rich, weak or mighty, beauty and the best are one before me

I am Prana, life giving force!

Negin M. Khorasani

March 28, 2023

Beaverton, ON, Canada

PAUSE

The Day is pausing at the beginning of itself,

And the season at its end

The window between my stare and the snow that is falling,

And the smoke between the gaze and the window.

And all this, is coming into consciousness only

As the eyelids pause before falling.

I close my eyes to the snow flakes, Into joyful dance of blossom within.

In the light of a dawn at the beginning of the world,

That still is pausing at the beginning of itself.

Negin M. Khorasani

February 2008 Tehran, Iran

HALFWAY DOWN THE ROAD

I am standing halfway down the road, On a land that considers me hers, In a town where I do not know its people, This is a familiar feeling through!

The past, far and foreign, The future, fading in a white mist,

And the present, an unfinished oscillation at the end of the branch of eternity!

The wild geese are preparing for their grand journey, And their clamor is a reminder of the passing of time,

As it streams rapidly toward the ocean of eternity…

I want to rush to accomplish what I have aimed for, I want to pause in this moment that does not last but a moment, To sing a song or to gaze upon the horizon, where the sea and sky are mixed with the colours of the sunset.

I want to savour my solitude, deep and long…

I want to lose myself in all and unite with the whole!

This moment, this point on the path is life, in its totality, complete and perfect!

This consciousness, beholding that weighs all this, with the mass of the intertwined feelings, thoughts, and scenery is existence!

Not a particle of it, but all of it; with no beginning and no end,

In a fragile membrane that defines my human dimensions.

I want to frame the air, the sunshine, and the grass,

Along with this end of summer melancholy, all together!

I want to mark this point, halfway down the road; where my heart is filled with love and devoid of attachment,

Where I am ready to let go and go…

And a longing for the original home beckons my heart, At the end of the season, at the end of the land, facing the infinite horizon!

Negin M. Khorasani

September 11, 2022

Beaverton, ON, Canada