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SPRING 2024THE SEASON I’M INRAANAH AMJADI

THE SEASON I’M INMy prayer this seasonHello, egoThe bodies speakThe mystics seekWhen I hearKhoda bozorgeLet us speakIt’s no coincidenceRush, rush, rushOther peopleCome, you’re missing itI chantIn my next lifeThere’s a truthIn this danceThe roses reach out1245691012141516182022242627

2My prayer this season is that we take the time to clear, clean,weed the garden of our internal and external lives with lovingintention. That we tend to the seeds of deep knowing within ourhearts so that our true Natures may blossom freely.May you be the flower that blooms early and gives all othersfaith in the coming sun.MY PRAYER THIS SEASON

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4Hello, egoI greet you rather than deny youlet me feed you some Soul foodand tell you all will be okaystep through the thicket onto an unmarked trailwe’ll find a new wayI promiseDon’t worryI see a clearingthere’s light aheadHELLO, EGO

5The bodies speak and we put walls between themlet them breathe the same airsee what fresh ideas springTHE BODIES SPEAK

6The mystics seek to take every breath with Godthe kind that carries you to the mountain topthe night sky of your mind crisp and illuminated with starswhispering stories to you about the non-birth of the universethe infinite now that is oursThe mystics seek to take every breath with Godthe kind when you inhale Life like a loverher pheromones lulling you into tranceeyes closedhead backbody swayingyou never stood a chanceTHE MYSTICS SEEK

7The mystics seek to take every breath with Godthe kind your grandmother blows into your ear with a prayeras you lean down for her to tap money on each shoulderher dewy cheek pressed to yoursyou used to resistbut now you wish you told herthank you for this breath with God

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9When I hear people sayyes, this is a tragedy but this is just the realityof warI think how sadto lack both empathyand imaginationWHEN I HEAR

10Khoda bozorgeI whisper to myselfto soothe the heat now coursing through my bodyevery nerve inflamed at the sightof another child beneath the rubble of our apathyKhoda bozorgeI whisper with a heart only half trusting I know contradiction is the name of the gamebut why this depth of darkness?why this deranged depravity?whywhywhy?I ask with sinceritynot with defeatKHODA BOZORGE

11khoda bozorgeI whisper and hear my mother’s voice echoing in minereminding me that some things can never be knownthe mystery in the mystictrust that Truth will be shown trust that Justice will prevail on the celestial timescale Sometimes all you have is stubborn faithsometimes all you can say is the One is greatkhoda bozorge

12Let us speak of our values loudlysee that we mostly agreecall back our energy from forcesthat insist on declaringme!Maybe then we might seethat we are actually TheeLET US SPEAK

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14It’s no coincidence that every prophetic vision came to thosewho found quiet—those who fasted and retreated to themountains of their mind. May we all find peace in that clear expanse.IT’S NO COINCIDENCE

15Rush, rush, rushwhere am I speeding off to?the Divine is also herein these small revelationssitting in the corner of your homewith two cats and a cup of tealistening to music that stirs your spiritand reading words that mend your heartIt’s okay to go slowto savor the Divineeven the One wants to be courtedRUSH, RUSH, RUSH

16Other people can only ever see reflections of youglimmers and flashes of light on a moving body of waterA true friend will hold their heart up to yours like a mirror revealing your shadows, yesbut always multiplying your lightcasting its brilliance onto new corners of the cosmosMay we polish our hearts to see the Truth in one anothermay we seek to reflect only the Beauty of the otherOTHER PEOPLE

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18Come, you're missing ita wave of progress is herethe ones of which we're toldWaves that remind us we can be good to each otherno matter how many men damn us to the hells of their own soulCome! you're not seeing itthis wave is heresurrender to its flowLet it lift your feet off the groundswallow some Truth as it turns you upside downCOME, YOU’RE MISSING IT

19This Life is a roll of a wavea great swell in an ocean with no shoreSometimes a ripplesometimes a roarthese moments carry us to new heightsnew depthsadd dimensionThey teach us to see through other prisms of perceptionLook!a wave has comeit feels like love and it tastes like watermelon

20I chantI prayI think about recordingposting, gaining famemy mind goes astrayAnd then a voice calls me backthis is the giftSoul reminds me to be herein this momentthe only that existsthe gift from the Onewho burst into multitudeso you could feel this kissI CHANT

21of the sun you blossomed underand the wind that moves you to dancelike the palm trees you grew up withsee how they swayutterly entrancedHello again, egoI greet you rather than deny youlet us honor this feeling of Lifenot the praise of the pixelsfor I remember nowthis is the gift

22In my next lifeI would like to be a pink rosea brief yet beautiful existencethat scents the air with sweetnessa gift exchanged between innocent loversIN MY NEXT LIFE

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24There’s a Truth I’m holding onto that is so devastatingly beautifulit brings you to your knees when you see that we are Everything the great humpulseflashwave of Existencethe absurd miracle of the literal All or nothingWhy can’t they see?you plead with a Being with no care for your egoor its many fears and judgementsonly for reciprocityfor balancefor justiceeach shade of light carrying its own unique shadowTHERE’S A TRUTH

25The contradictions of being everything-everywhere-all-at-onceare dizzyingbut you cannot be the One without themAlhamdulillahyou whisper on the exhale to remind yourself you’re gratefulthat in this vast expanse there is anything at allthat you choose to be alive to the devastating beauty of something rather than nothingevery single timeBecause this gift of existencewith all its tormentis still the single greatest act of Love

26In this dance before the sun and moon, trust and surrender tothe One whose very being is Love. Put down anger and worry so that Love may fill your arms withits bounty. The weight will bow your head and bring you to yourknees—good! Kiss the ground while you’re there. Let Love’s nourishment spill out as truth and tenderness to allwho cross your path. Don’t forget to take a bite for yourself.IN THIS DANCE

27The roses reach outfalling over my neighbor’s fencescenting the air as they undress promisinga sultry season aheadTHE ROSES REACH OUT

Hellothis is my facethese are my wordsI hope you liked them be well and free28Raanah Amjadi

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