Close your roving eyes woman,
feel and behold in your pervading darkness
whatever difficult path
you have already crossed.
Feel yourself under the sunshine
when even the sky is gray and scorch.
You are in the growth of new sprout’s
In all kinds of green,
like symphony in nature and perfection,
the way it always has been.
Do not forget woman
what you have – your amazing strength.
Do close your eyes tight shut
then you be sure in your own laughter.
They cannot defeat you
whatever the world tries to do,
pushing you in hollowness of all kinds.
The pond can be filled with dirt and mud
vibrant with scent and flying 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)