Held
Held

Held

By earth

By the realness of existence

And all its illusions

By warm stars in a fragrant night

By shadows of clouds and torn leaves

Held

By the roots of my crumbling identity

The falling masks

The fiber of connectedness

Between each other, you and me

Even when we break apart

Held

In this space of unintended calm

Unexpected stillness

Within the eye of the storm

The soft water running to the sea

The salt of my tears

The depth of that empty sky

Held

By the dark and mysterious

By brittle dreams of a frozen heart

And the silent cry of wings that don’t know how to fly

Held

Here, there, somewhere

Nowhere

By flowing time and hollow space

This wild hopeless hope-filled life

And

Breath

Arwa Qutbuddin

Arwa Qutbuddin is a poet, a nature-lover, a soul-searcher, and a philosopher, and is inspired by the strength of the human spirit. She loves hugging trees and thrives on building relationships. She comes from the Muslim Bohra community and feels blessed to have received the gift of sincerity and spirituality from her parents. She is a mother of five beautiful children. Writing poetry has been her passion; she writes to heal, to feel and explore the world of feelings, to appreciate and bow to life’s mystery: the light and the darkness. Her recently published collection of poems, Water my Soul, is a reflection of her inner journey. She is a student of the Masters program in Psychology at the Harvard Extension School, and the Mindfulness program at Lesley University. As a teacher of Islamic philosophy, she is inspired to explore the practice of Mindfulness and Positive psychology as tools for healing and bridging the gap between religion/spirituality and science.

Ouevre

Stars & Promises

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

My body like a leaf quivers in the warm midday breeze I feel the energy vibrate into me and through me Revitalized, I be The wind passes I bask in...
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Perhaps

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

Perhaps we need to shatter and scatter so that we may trace our way back inward slowly – breath by breath – into the wholeness of existence And as we...
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Voice

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

Surreal this magical mess of being a woman riding high on passion and pain Swimming inside my liquid eyes this dream of a world Where softness is the new sacred...
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Anthology

Lakishma 2

Poetry by Bettina

I have grown old and tired. My hair turned white over years of longing and reaching for Lakishma. I have looked for Lakishma around every corner and beneath every stone....
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Do Not Ask

Poetry by Gaurav Mathur

Victim or victor I am not Friend or lover I am not Poet or philosopher I am not Seeker or seer I am not Thought or thinker I am not...
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My longing has many faces

Poetry by Maura Horkan

The sad one who feels it can never be and cries big salty tears into the garden The other one who moves slowly around the many tasks to be done...
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