I Strip Myself Away

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Image captured in Machu Picchu, me sitting in a corner on what is considered an Inca throne – Peru, January 2018

I strip myself away
From all obligations
From meaningless occasions.

I strip myself away
From everything I forced myself to be
From what I used to do or say
to please in every way.

I am free
Like a stream
I rise up
I go down
I stop trespassers when I can
I allow crossing when I want
or don’t
I just am.

I am me
I know my heart
I start
when I want
I stop
when I can’t.

I am night and day
I am anything I choose to be
Wrong or right
My eyes are the ones that see.

I don’t hide
I am brave
I ride
every wave
That’s who I am.

I am raw
I show
What I can do without
I throw.

I strip myself away
No more delays.

I strip myself away
Before I decay.

I strip myself away
I sail away.

I strip myself away
I found my way.

The Art of Letting Go

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Inspired by the Amazon, the special connections I made there, and the powerful moments I experienced – Amazon, Brazil, December 2017

So high
in the Amazonian sky
Between God’s cotton-clouds
Entranced
by the jungle sounds
Above Brazil,
the land of green
The happiest colours
my eyes have seen
I mastered,
the art of letting go.
His name is Ego
We formed a connection
a few weeks ago
Between his tactics and strategies
His calculated words
that hardly please
His improvised replies
His confusing disguise
What I saw in his eyes
Tricks of the mind?
His selective silence
announcing indirectly,
‘I am noncommittal’
Not long after
in the jungle
I mastered,
the art of letting go.

His Brazilian name is Freedom
Between his infectious laughter
His open smile, his rapture
His transparent heart
Through his lightness
His kindness
A bit of shyness
His beautiful freeness
and sweetness
His minimal attachment
His lack of entitlement
I mastered,
the art of letting go.

His Brazilian name is Fearless
Between his love for wilderness
His search for stillness
His need for aloneness
Almost a type of illness
Through his dark eyes
and intense stares
His intimidating glares
that say ‘I dare’,
and ‘I don’t care’
I mastered,
the art of letting go.

His Brazilian name is Simplicity
Between his oneness with the universe
His daily rebirth
His knowledge of the Earth
that shows him self-worth
His animal kingdom and river
that make him a giver
Through the depth of his soul
The way he stands tall
and senses every animal’s call
Satisfied with little
Happiest than most
Wiser than all
I mastered,
the art of letting go.

Deep in the Amazonia
Between nature’s insomnia
Through life’s mysteries and rawness
In forest mazes and darkness
In Brazil’s jungle
God’s living miracle
How much I saw
How little I know
It was then and there
That I
I finally mastered,
the art of letting go.

If my father were here

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Me in Sacred Valley, Peru, January 2018

If my father were here, he would raise his cute little eyebrows and smile in amusement at my crazy never-ending travels. He would then say something like: ‘enough craziness ya Shaikha Razan! What’s in South America? Just come home!’. Here is my response Baba: the biggest smile I could muster, only for you. I miss you every second of everyday. South America’s beautiful sky – the one I’m so in love with and can’t stop writing about – is all you.