tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6529780966234338585.post434959063698276037..comments2023-09-04T04:39:57.325-07:00Comments on SoJourn(al): Private Dreams to Public Art: Dreams from an Iran Brutalized until Unconscious…Still SpeakingRusty Kjarvikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03071547323352880050noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6529780966234338585.post-16372559432553254332012-03-18T19:42:00.359-07:002012-03-18T19:42:00.359-07:00That's a powerful poem, like a frantic dialog ...That's a powerful poem, like a frantic dialog between the spirit that knows all the wisdom and the heart that grieves about the stricken state of the world, especially the middle east, especially Persia the old home. The spirit pulls the unwilling human away from the mirrors of the internal conflict but only when we finally look at it, and see ourselves, our own fear of separation, annihilation creating all the pain -- for others seemingly separated, annihilated. Always something deeper to see, as always what we see is what we need to see, nothing else. We are large enough that the entire world playing out its harp is just for us, for our own evolvement.<br /><br />I like the dreamers network, I'll be sure to check that out.WAShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10403669322174979974noreply@blogger.com