Hassan Panero

Home Within Me - Poem by Hassan Panero

The whole world shares a number
The northern and southern hemisphere
The northern sees a 6, the southern sees a 9
But share the same number

You think you're aiming for paradise
But such place on earth don't exists
It's just another lens you see through, like advertising, floating off into the sky
In the echo of floating world I can be a mirror that others look into
Flawed and compassionate
We don't want to be stuck in an ideal world; that ‘ideally' doesn't exists
Its virtual, you're always disappointed
Expectation is like the injection of failure
Once you expect you make your own standard, once missed regrets kicks in
Just let it be

You're open with hope, hoping with open arms
But expecting is closed doors
Hope can keep you alive without food or water, expectation brings death
It is a full stop, whereas hope is a comma and question mark, hope is your home

The objects we think belongs to us we easy become
It's like picturing life before cameras, do you imagine the world or do you take a picture?

Where can I be most free, most at home?
Between this and the other world - in the sea
If I fall I'm in the sea, I'm the echo of the land,
The reflection of another reflection, the sea reflecting the clear sky
And if I wanted to be safe I would stay on the shore
It's innocent, the one that you can dive in
The secret deeps, wrapped around history, its stories unrevealed
The ocean lives, and rejects all that is dead
Takes all that is alive
It was the first form of transport and probably the last
It protects us from the cold
It is our first and final home.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 27, 2013

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