Հայաստան- w armenii

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Lori Region, Armenia

Living in this space
is both as familiar as
a mother’s embrace and
as foreign to me as
another planet

The juxtaposition
of the known and the
unknown sinks like the
music of a long lost
cousin into my being

A whisper calling on
me to remember that
which was never my
experience, imploring
me to recall it

Memories swirl at
certain tastes and
smells but they are
not wholly mine, or
even entirely real

Histories that are
more myths than truths,
wishes parading as
realities and identities
no more solid

than the familiar songs
that envelope me

Miłość to Decyzja

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Noravank Monastery, Armenia

Love is but a decision.

The decision to go.
The decision to stay.

The decision to keep coming back.
The decision to return.

All of love is the decision
to stay bound, tied

across the seas and skies,
the mountains and rivers.

Love is the decision that we are,
that we will continue to be,

that we are alive- Together.

Krążyć

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Mtskheta, Georgia

The passing of time,
bleeds like an open wound,
refusing to clot, to still.

The moments come and go,
insignificant things, and
yet pregnant with import.

Bleeding, leaving behind
carcasses in desperate need
of transfusion, transcendence.

For this operation, there is
no wait list, no billions
that will stop the flow.

This oblique river stops
for no man, bleeding on
unchecked and without remorse.

Od Centrum

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Ararat, Armenia

I stand firm,
on these rocks
on this dirt

content in the
centrifugal contents
coursing through me.

Saroyan wrote
a thing or two
about folks like me

cast about the earth,
strewn somewhere.
away from here.

He wrote about
small people,
in a big world

a civilization
locked into its
own past

never to be
unleashed and
re-risen

until they are…

But if they
never did, no
less vibrant

would they be.

Mało wiem

Yerevan, Armenia

I know not everything of this place
such have the die been cast,
scattering me and mine far away,
but the memories of some last.

A taste here, a smell there,
deep breathes of memory.

The smell of grape leaves in the air,
the taste of dough that sings to me.

I know little of the details,
my memories few and far between.
But I know that love prevails;
love for this place lives in me.