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Hoda
Hasani
Afsaneh
Mahmoudi
You
always
walk in
darkness
The
beginning
is born
from the
self
that
nurtures
invaluable
desires.
It seeks
freedom
and
remains
restricted;
the
restriction
that
tapers
off its
sublime
desires.
The
beginning
is the
self’s
walking
in
darkness;
the self
that is
me, the
self
that is
you. We
hear a
voice
coming
from the
depth of
silence.
The
beginning
is our
walking
in
darkness
to a
preconceived
death.
But what
about
the
yearnings?
What is
it that
takes me
back?
What has
estranged
me?
We have
closed
our eyes
and’ve
built a
world
whose
only
sounds
are the
wails of
speechlessness.
It’s
time to
hear.
The
sounds
born
from
venial
constraints
outgrow,
heighten
and are
heard.
Someone
opens
their
eyes.
The self
that is
me, the
self
that is
you. The
light is
seen.
It is
time to
wear the
cravings;
the
cravings
that
were
forgotten
in
darkness
and
sightlessness
of our
eyes.
We
awaken,
are born
and take
our
first
steps;
the
steps
that
once
smelled
of death
but are
now
alive;
dead
alive…
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We watch ourselves, only one more step ahead, then a door will be opened.
I stand in front of myself; watch myself closely:
The self that is you
And only one more step
I choose . . .
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