What do you appreciate?

To Appreciate:

The magenta sound of paradise

One can appreciate the flowers on one's way that refreshes one's soul.

Mr Tree with flowers!anyone knows the name?

Yet another one and the breeze always the breeze to remind us  how lucky we are and of course the sun!









My students hard work. I am so proud of them. Almost all got into UC or Ivy league schools.

My beautiful students on Earth Day

http://act.350.org/signup/math-movie/

Again students came on a hot weekend day to watch "Do the Math" movie and to take action on what needs to be done about the climate crises.

Then again we can appreciate our attempt in connecting with nature;however seldom the attempts, the joy is well worth it!






















and also the joy of seeing young minds expanding. Ah the joys of living! 
I appreciate life! and I appreciate you my friend who are taking the time to read my blog. Who or what are somethings you appreciate in your life?

Onward to the path

Painting: Vladimir Kush

Taking note on what must be and what can’t be

Concentrating on the illusions of my brain

Perception of reality which is not

Believing in truth

losing it's meaning

Swimming towards the vastness

in not knowing

Pretending to be the first one

who knows the knowing of the climb

and yet they still might

build the Keystone XL pipeline!

I might even change from a one to a seven

Then fly

in the vastness of not knowing

Onward to the path of awakening

The truth

The other levels

Consciousness

The flight
Then, I might just dare to wake up.

p.k 4/17/13

    Copyright © 2013 Parissa Khosh   

For the one who wasn't

I bend my finger backwards

Not to feel the pain

The throbbing, the perfume

The thunder of knives laughing

Clouds clapping in disgust

Hiding for shelter

I smell the fish

Looking for the cat

Cat taking a bubble bath

In the perfume of lies

I open the door to watch nobody come in

Nobody with a smirk is at the door

With the everlasting generosity

Of a cow with no milk and frizzy hair

I watch nobody hitting me in the stomach

I’m almost out of breath

But don’t dare to quit

I run in the direction of nothing

Somewhere close to no-one

On the other side of nothing with a smirk

The laughing cow jumps over the moon

I see as nobody as my witness

how the narrow ends of a hollow line

becomes wavy and starts to dance

Dancing on the other side of nothing with a smirk

there is a nobody who knows my songs

Some place where I almost start to dance

a curve of something

like a heart.

                                  p.k

          Copyright © 2013 Parissa Khosh                                                                                      

Where are we from?

Picture: Devin art

I am walking on footsteps of a memory and swimming in a wide ocean with an unknown depth. There are shadows of light and reflection of a life half lived in the horizon and I need to search deep to find out where I am from. There are doors I have to open and alleys I must walk in my brain to get to the core of this question :“ Where am I from?”

I picture that I am from a place not affected by global warming! I am from a place protected from greed, where disease, poverty and injustice are stories of the past. I am from a place were all humans are aware of fragility of life. I am from a place were people truly believed in democracy and its true meanings. I am from a place where corporations and money are powerless and truth and morality rules.

But does such a place exist? In this global economy can we say we are from X or Y? Aren’t we all intertwined by our global connections? But do we act as such? Where are we from? Where are you from?

                                                                                              p.k