Michal (Mitak) Mahgerefteh

  Poetry and Fine Art 

Father to father


 

When I stand in front of the Wall

 

shadows of doubt feeds the flesh

 

of my eyes; be silent wasted vows,

 

it-is I who walked the divided Sea

 

to everlasting freedom to endure

 

the endless mystery called Life!

 

 

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Ffather said, be the fiddler of words,

 

give them string and whoosh of air,

 

carve names on a thin drip of pulp

 

with the tiniest grain of cedar wood,

 

discover self beyond doubt, I Am

 

and will remain unseen for eternity.



Copyright by Michal Mahgerefteh
October 2018