Close your roving eyes, woman,
feel and behold in your pervading darkness
whatever difficult path
you have already crossed.
Sense yourself under the sunshine
when even the sky is gray and not scorched.
You are in the growth of new sprout’s
In all kinds of green,
like symphony in nature, perfection,
the way it always has been.
Do not forget, woman
what you have – your prodigious strength.
Do close your eyes tight
then you’ll be sure in your own laughter.
They cannot defeat you
whatever the world tries to do,
pushing you into hollowness of all kinds.
The pond can be filled with dirt and mud
but also with startling lilies
vibrant with scent and flitting butterflies.
The dirt belongs to the world
which dishonors you
but you are above all when emotionally independent
with your as-built fire and mystic grandeur.
Shuktara Momtaz (film & poem), Shaon Momtaz (video), Shannon Momtaz (guitar)