Every day a new flower rises
from your body’s fresh soil.
Don’t go around looking
for fallen petals
in a fairy tale, when you’ve
got the golden plant
right here, now,
shooting forth in light from your eyes,
your awakening crown.
Don’t make lists, or explore ancient accounts.
Forget everything you know
and open.
This is the last hour / Of the Dragons' Power / Soon he'll be gone away
Again the woods are odorous, the lark / Lifts on upsoaring wings the heaven gray
No one can share the grief with which I seek / Our longed-for Lord, and quickened by my haste
Maria was a romantic, animal-loving, dreamy child who, growing up, had a hard time conforming to the demands associated with the trajectory towards "a normal life".
For The Love Of Music Shared on The Closet Session’s YouTube Connect more with Rawan and her story and music on #116 Echoes of Resistance: Rawan Roshni
a poem on the "deep process of transmuting the wounds of my ancestors"
A sonic journey through artistry, resistance, and transformation through music & poetry.
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