A Poem by an American Blogger : inspired by Ahmed Batabi's famous photo...

Coming across this poem was a touching reminder of the interconnectedness of all beings in time of despair and pain and most importantly in engaging hope. The world is watching....and feeling the Iranian voice emerge...In the words of Alex Gray.."The infinite vibratory levels, the dimensions of interconnectedness are without end. There is nothing independent. All beings and things are residents in your awareness"......Shall we never forget that freedom isn't free and keep the fire of hope, passion and resilience alive and well for our beloved Iran....

For the young man of 18 Tir

Before my mind, your image burns,

young man from Tehran,

with that band of mourning

on your arm.

Resolutely,

you hold above your head

a bloody tee shirt.

Someone has suffered in that shirt.

Someone you know

has shed that blood.

And you risk your own life now

to hold it up before the world,

to let it call out -

Hear our pain

See our wounds

Feel our deaths

Bear witness for us

Do not let us die unmourned.

We wanted just to live.

We did not have that choice.

Do not turn away from us now.

We know it is hard to look,

But see us. We need you

To remember.

So I promise now,

I see.

I grieve your pain.

I will not let the enormity of it

Put you out of my heart -

You remain there.

It is where you belong.

That is where we all belong -

in each others' hearts.

So I pray

that the violence will cease

And that some day

we all find the path

to nurturing,

in each others' hearts.

Peg Fisher

July 5, 14 Tir, 2009