cant help but smile

The Mermaid

A mermaid found a swimming lad,

Picked him for her own,

Pressed her body to his body,

Laughed; and plunging down

Forgot in cruel happiness

That even lovers drown.

William Butler Yeats

no I am not prince hamlet, nor was meant to be

rumi

Ghazal 441

show me your face

i crave

flowers and gardens

open your lips

i crave

the taste of honey

come out from

behind the clouds

i desire a sunny face

your voice echoed

saying "leave me alone"

i wish to hear your voice

again saying "leave me alone"

i swear this city without you

is a prison

i am dying to get out

to roam in deserts and mountains

i am tired of

flimsy friends and

submissive companions

i die to walk with the brave

am blue hearing

nagging voices and meek cries

i desire loud music

drunken parties and

wild dance

one hand holding

a cup of wine

one hand caressing your hair

then dancing in orbital circle

that is what i yearn for

i can sing better than any nightingale

but because of

this city's freaks

i seal my lips

while my heart weeps

yesterday the wisest man

holding a lit lantern

in daylight

was searching around town saying

i am tired of

all these beasts and brutes

i seek

a true human

we have all looked

for one but

no one could be found

they said

yes he replied

but my search is

for the one

who cannot be found

-Jalalud'din Rumi

and so it begins

This is my first blogging experience. a little scary, a lot surreal. I thought I'd start with my family history. here are some pics of a vacation I took in Iran a couple of years ago.

this is my grandma. she's not very green, I'm not even sure she knows what this tshirt means.

left to right- sister, dad, and mom. Isn't my mom cute in that outfit? she was trying on the traditional dress of the area we were in.

my sister's first experience with a "squatting" toilet. she does not look pleased.