The Golden Yellow

Apples make a great source of vital nutrients. Not only do apples taste delicious, but they also come in a variety of flavors, shades, and colours. Ranging from shades of green, light to dark yellow, pink and all the way to dark red. As for their flavors: very sour to very sweet.

The importance of an apple has made it into the story of Adam and Eve, to Newton’s discovery of Gravity, and to Apple Inc. it is clear enough that an apple has a sublime source of bliss in and for our lives. Also, an apple is as picky in how it decides to show up in our lives, as how we would like to pick it.

I think it is the only fruit in the world that has picked humanity in ways we never imagined a fruit could.

My personal preference in apples is for the Golden Delicious. I like it because it’s sweet and crunchy, and can replace an unhealthy sweet-tooth craving quite well for me. It also reminds me of my childhood. I always chose it among all the other apple varieties.

The benefits of apples are numerous; from essential vitamins, insoluble fiber, to natural antioxidant. Besides, they taste great being baked in a pie.

Art by Karen O’Neil

So here is a crunchy tanka I wrote for apple lovers:

Golden Delicious:
Its saccharine, lustful burst
Makes a fancy sweet
Granting health longevity
As essential as pure gold.

Have a delicious day!

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Night Dream World

Art by Aykut Aydogdu

What a dream, I saw my past packed in one stream

Of flooding memories that were left untouched

Always left at the same place where my fragmented pieces were for them to deem

In my sleep I have the key to access those memories

Where I still have questions unanswered, with pains that were destined to be buried; either my fragments or them.

I saw clowns thriving on the grass of prosperity, and victims trying to pave their rejected ways among the harsh.

Though in a dream, what could be impossible, if everything the heart misses or wishes is accessible.

They deceived some of our innocence; while they carried around the honor of adulting. As if their excuse is a wisdom guarantee, while for the children, it is their trapping destiny.

But this child’s reality, is a new world for the child to keep getting in, forever in their minds until growing. Some places are meant to be visited in reality, to finally resolve while their eyes are open, rather than a germ that keeps infesting their dreams.

A family is not always there to protect, they are likely to be adults in wolf skin, unbothered to replace it with a sheep’s one; as what could a child really know about reality?

Dreams do relieve what is hidden, yet they are also called dreams for a reason; to resolve pain, or to wish for something better.

Written by: Farah A.Y

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Behind the Window Glass

Art by Claire Kayser “ Red Booth”

Across the oblique road corner from where I was placed on the diner seat, suffocating in the spiciness of the meal,
I jerked my hand to someone outside the window glass,
Thinking it was you!
All I wanted you to know is that I was still there, in case you were able to make it today before Sunday!
I fell captive in a momentary urge that caught me in the most unprolific substantial tendency of waving my hand to someone I thought I knew.
I assume Halloween was still predominant in the air; playing tricks on the mind.
But she looked like you; the width of shoulders and hair, with almost the same face.
I whispered words to myself, that only I could hear.
I think she knew I was mistaken, but I was still excited to see her!
She left with someone else, the last thing I saw was a little smile in her eyes… she grew further and further away, but your spirit was still all around me.

Written by Farah A.Y

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The Energy of Times

Art by Freydoon Rassouli

Through the passage of time’s memory
The universe declares all sensory
By the means of energetic spectrum
Along the chronology of wisdom
For the liveliness of its lucid mass
Materializing like transparent glass
Thereby an intense profusion of guise
Tinting sundry colours into the eyes
While embodying magnetism in display
Through its penetrating, cryptic way
In all things; among darkness and daylight
Hence pure quiddity resides at its might
The sublime source of Energy’s empire
Alternating between both ice and fire.

Poem by Farah A.Y

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Crystal Stone

For all the faces of a crystal
They are all made of stones
Conserving its sacred essential
In many dimensions and tones
Inside mountain bones
Under the laws of heat
On lands and in all seas
So wherever it lays, its gleam will greet
Like fruits of bliss found on trees
For the beauty it admits, pleases all it sees
As a crystal holds protection
And from Earth’s essence it stems
Through the journey of compression
Producing life with gems
That comply to ancient tastes, and to all modern trends
Gems are gifts indeed
Out of Earth’s crystal seed

Poem by Farah A.Y

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The Arion Voyage

Blanket of winds among the sparkling glints, shining

Where stars and clouds around the moon, flowing

On voyage to a land beyond the sky

With a mighty Arion steering us so high

While the wine on our lips, dried by the wind

For the horse is swift and from both sides, winged

As we reached the land, striding our way inside

There stood a castle, with gardens on each side

Behind the trees, we move around to peek

With one thing in mind; is to play hide and seek

Throughout this play we did not speak

In search for each other, we got lost in the maze

Amid the grass, we started out the chase

But it all seemed as though an unfolding plan

When soon into each other we finally ran

Poem by Farah A.Y

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Space Family

As life formation began in space, with theory of relativity to put it all in place
From Mercury to Neptune, in opposite ways
Running circles in an endless race
As each has a separate phase
Of various states, weights, and rates
More like siblings, relatives, and mates
Grounded by the holy Sun’s grace;
With a Moon celebrating Earth’s face
Inspiring the night as it sings and plays
To evoke the essence of all Earth’s waves
Like emotions, weathers, nights and days
The family of space recites all fates
abiding to the law of time and dates
As space history to time relates
In the Milky Way of our Earth’s case

Poetry by Farah A.Y

Space Family

I will share my belief on what a space family is:

Since the Sun of our Solar system is the source of life, the igniter, the stabilizing force of life. in other words, the father of our solar system, it is the light that we are in constant need of reaching, and achieving throughout our life’s endeavors. This has been the case since ancient philosophies and civilizations; stating that the Sun is the source of life, a Devine power—a deity.

Earth is not a lonely planet. Earth has siblings, and relatives. There is a whole history (tree) of planetary family in the vast space.

The moon is equivalent to the mother figure. A source of inspiration, that stirs up the essence of life’s waves, causing change, birth and rebirth. The moon is the mother of our earth; she watches over the earth at night, and she controls the Earth’s cries through its influence on sea and ocean tides.

The other planets surrounding the Earth are important in keeping each other in balance. As siblings proving support for one another.

The story of our Universe is the story of our lives. We are only replicating the stories decoded in our genes out into our visible world . We are designed to do it in that sense. Besides the Darwinian Theory, which adds to making us social beings.

Thank you!

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The Flying Saucer

I wonder what goes inside a flying saucer…
I doubt it’s all just mere buttons to press..
What if it’s led, from a distance far ahead?
Like an eye flying over our heads..

Scanning our thoughts like a needle, whose eye is accessed with a thread
For our earth is diverse and not feeble
Which inspires distant worlds to infest

And our oceans are rich with information
Which may be clues from those guests
Are they around us, but invisible to see?
Living among us, in an indulgent of spree?

They could be within us, but who knows who they may be
As we all are but visitors on this planet of the sea
Yet there will always be an opportunity
To dive more into a celestial foresee

Poetry by Farah A.Y

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Journey of the Soul of a Pearl

The soul’s engulfment in the shell of life

Brings to mind a wall of stones;

The toughness of its surface, the finesse of its core

For pearl is sheltered through its dismay of strife

The journey of a pearl begins on a sandy dune

Where castles and realms are built around its shore

With chambers that trail ancient footsteps

Such beauty to admire in a myriad of tones

Hence lessons to aspire; and to kindle the lore

Of filtrated ruins, amid bygone sea steps

With gentle recitals of stories untold

By sirens enticing love and lure

In the heart of every wandering soul

As the journey of life is one and for all

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The Mindspin

I thought I was still good at stretching down my legs, to their maximum capacity. I know I could when I was around the age of eight. But, not any more. It has certainly advanced, well, into a mental stretch that takes in the form of a spin. It no longer involves my body, only my mind. And, I kept feeding into this quality, many different things. I say things; because they are indeed, only just things.

This baseline of my experience is the pole that sets the stage for my mental dance. Like a Ballerina who is anxiously happy during the continuous clapping of an audience over her victory. Or, in the way a piece of chocolate dissolves so sweetly in my mouth, while my tongue cradles this sweet taste. For when the piece is there, it only requires me to situate it correctly.

And in between every other hour, life destroys that flavor. It isn’t really life, but it’s what makes life, life. Which diminishes the sweetness eventually. That is, mostly to do with, other worldly rotations taking place in the form of becoming, or in the process of walking down the path of familiarity; a road often taken, but very little understood.

In some mornings, reality is as atrocious as feeling suspended from the motion of life, of existence, and of the circulation of the biological forces within the body. Leaving it to reality to make it up for the mind; for why should we spin along the rotation of our earth (unconsciously) while mentally spinning in our heads (consciously and unconsciously), is not always a helpful thing?’

Aren’t we but thoughts roaming around on this earth? Aren’t we made of lessons, experiences, and especially of feelings—to formalize and color such findings?

In other mornings, the mental spins of others are louder than the sound of one’s own breath. So much so that it infests like a spider’s web—that builds up slowly, yet orderly and tightly into each of our tranquil streams. As for me, when my siege gets broken, its scattered pieces become painful pins thrown at me and against my own will.

The only consistent aspect of it all is that we are but a bundle of a spinning life, a rotation within another rotation. In an endless loop of spinning thoughts. This mixture is vital for generating us with potentials that result from chaos and order. It is a never-ending process of rediscovering the question of ‘what could happen next?’

Throughout the nights, the mind is at refuge—peaceful but unpromising. hopeful, but undeniable of its long day of loss, joy, or trouble. But, what difference does it make when the night approaches? As the earth will still spin, and the dynamic of life will continue on. We must permit ourselves to blend in with ourselves first, colorfully, then apply that to our understandings of the complexity in both chaos and order. Also, by letting the infusion of these colliding forces set in, so that we could beget the brushes needed for our painted spins, and to submit to our inner life which is obeyed by the outer forces of life.

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