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Negin M. Khorasani

I am a social entrepreneur, an activist who has always been committed to activating change within myself, a writer, poet,dreamer, creator, consciousness and communication coach, and educator. I have been a lifelong seeker of truth and meaning and writing has been the way for me to make sense of things within and without. I am a long time meditator and enjoy plunging inside directly yet I find similar connection to my inner inspirations, feelings and needs through creative expressions such as poetry, pottery, painting, photography and video art. I rejoice in supporting individuals and groups to get in touch with their inner being, meaning, power, to explore the healing effects of art and to discover their unique ways of expression and to identify their most effective and impactful roles in society. I have witnessed, time and time again, in poetry and music sessions that I host, the uniting, cathartic and liberating power of art and the pleasure of connecting with one another to muse and play together and to get lost in the ecstasy of oneness.

Negin.motamed.khorasani@gmail.com

CENTRE

I sit at the corner, silently Look at the Centre, eagerly Waiting for you, patiently Until one day you connect with the Centre, This empty, silent, vast space; within! This endless patience that invites us to get in... To arrive at, To realize that, “It’s the space between the bars that cages the tiger!” And “it’s the silence between the notes that makes the music!” Once we all arrive at this space, We have returned home. The journey ends, The circle completes. Not with a big bang, But with a simple, soft, silence... Beaverton, Canada, May 5, 2017

DUST OF LOVE

Morning dawns and grows, And grows ‘you’ in me The thought that has been unwrapped in me throughout the night; Layer after layer It has been briefed So that I can be you, entirely! So that the lullaby of my lunatic heart, Either calls me to another dream of you Or the craving of seeing you with my eyes, to waking up! And amidst this dream and waking, Lose myself again in my everlasting wanderings, Decomposed to thousand particles, In thousand incoherent ways Scattered and diverse, Each one to a direction So that I only be like dust Thin and transparent That in its endless expansion Embraces the whole world So that in each inhale and exhale of humans The magic syllabus of Love Be repeated! Tehran, Iran, January 4, 2005

I REMEMBER YOU

When my heart comes to its limits, from this world of separations, And it pounds at the walls and doors of my little human chest, I remember you! You, who in the expanse of your heart, Can embrace the world of mine and ours, With whatever sorrows and joys ripple in our hearts… When in the room of my solitude, I am seized with that unknown longing, With its crazy pangs every now and then on my soul and being, I remember you! You, who the tranquil limpidity of your eyes, Embraces me and my tears to dissolve! I believe you, I have believed you for years… For I have called you to my existence, Yet in the world of solidity and separations, Sometimes I miss the warmth of your hands… O thou the soul of my soul, I drink you sip by sip every dawn! Yet at times I feel restless for a long sweet plunge, Into depth of your fullness… As if a little drop, feels moment to moment, The longing to merge with the ocean boundless! Bitter and sweet, I bear with this longing for you, For I remember you ... And I remember you! Toronto, Canada, October 27, 2014

REVELATION

Sitting on the veranda Facing the garden before the dawn Closing my eyes to the rain that is to fall And the smell of wet soil and grass To feel your sweet presence, hear you, smell you And drawn in the whole and complete Being, the unique one with no attributes… The dawn is here The rooster calls, and with his third call I know that, no Golgotha, But a journey is within me, from the beginning to the end, Not with a cross on my back But with a candle in my heart, I’ve set foot on the road, To rest in your radiance Let go of all colours, and merge in you – the colourless One day, sitting on your veranda. Sabzevaar, Iran, May 8, 2011