Stars & Promises
Stars & Promises

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 the sunlight

Until a caterpillar crawls and bites into my skin

Ouch, that hurt

I let a piece of me go

I cannot not, it’s gone anyway

I lean on the twig

I let it pass, the pain

I heal

In the summer heat

I rustle

Whisper as I burn

The sun will set in a few hours

The darkness will bring its own stars and promises

I am open to what will come

This is my meditation for today

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

Opportunity

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

In that one precious moment when our paths cross Perhaps for the first and last time in our lives We can still offer each other a fragrance of love Even...
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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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One into the Other

Poetry by Arwa Qutbuddin

The cup of tea I make for you Has something in it of the rustling leaves I saw yesterday while lying under the trees Their gentle movement stirs itself through...
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Anthology

Four Hands

Poetry by Sanaya

Four hands divided by two Sprawl across bass and treble and the space between. Four hands means Twenty fingers moving in tandem and all for One song. Play passing the...
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Genuine praise

Poetry by Maura Horkan

What is my way to praise? To turn towards my one who hates This part of me that gives up and lies down and accepts death so easily I say...
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