Which you never tell to anyone’ even your own self,
Tell me about your dream'
Where we run in the dark jungle,
And pull the bodies out of the lake,
And dress them in warm clothes,
And under the naked sky’
We lay on the sand and the birds flying,
Until we forget that we are birds with big wings,
And can fly higher and higher,
It’s not like the sky where have to end somewhere,
It’s more like a morning song on a radio,
How we rolled up on a rush green grass ground,
And feel the dance inside our souls,
We kissed and there was another dream to start,
Look at the light through the window curtains,
That means it’s a brighter morning,
That means’ we are exuberance,
The light passing through our bodies to our souls,
Tell me how all this,
Tell me did you feel the dream in you!

By: Nida Mahmoed.

Keep close her in the Winter Breeze,
And her warm breath’
Will keep your soul and body warm,
With her quite mourning of sudden deaths,
And her humble celebrations,
Watch, as her desolate darkness,
Gives life to prolific rebirths!

By: Nida Mahmoed.

Truly unruly.

It's profundity unravels
into the expanding universe

chasing it's own tail toward an
answer that won't be caught because
it's a question that moves too slow.

From time's beginning, or from the
paradoxical idea that we have invented
in a vain attempt to understand what a
beginning is, or could be, or was, or isn't.

Do you ever stop and think of these things? Of how
we have loved since "let there be" and have spent
all of eternity weaving into life from here and there
and everywhere in God and nature's beautiful dance
of unity and life which has caused us to be here, together.

But like love
the archers
are blind

Upon the green night,
the piercing saetas
leave traces of warm
lily.

The keel of the moon
breaks through purple clouds
and their quivers
fill with dew.

Ay, but like love
the archers
are blind!

or Portland, or Spokane
A two-bed hideaway with pale green shutters
and a patchwork quilt of a garden. Neighbours
that bring wine and friendly company late at night
me and you, and our future children
will swing in the backyard. Porch light blazing
and moths fluttering in the rays of gold
that penetrate the darkness beyond our little nest-egg.
Autumn will bring gloom and rain will patter on the roof
but we can snuggle up on the couch.
I'll do my best to cook at thanksgiving
have our families to stay, talking loudly for hours, then sleeping
in every quiet corner and dimly lit study.
Sometimes, I'll seem faraway, in the land of bad habits and strangers
I'll stare out at the stars and wonder - what if I left?
and I can't promise that house will be ours forever
but right now there is nowhere I would rather be
than that little house, timber and glass
everything will be snug and warm, I promise.

Come see it
Just see
Don't think , don't blink
Let it be

And please No.
no... no... no
Stop trying to acknowledge
With adjectives learned from college

Not everything seen
Has to mean
This place, this moment
You 've never been
Nor can you be
So just see

Come see it
You lucky one
For not all can
But only
some see it.

Come
See it