Your words feel like a blessing on this journey. Knowing the map now lives beyond the screen, on a wall in the real world, feels like a quiet victory. Thank you for giving it a place where it can keep speaking without me. 🙏
Dear friend, what a beautiful piece you have written. Powerful in its simplicity. We reach across borders so easily (you from Iran Persia the Netherlands, I from Canada a Swedish immigrant) because borders are not a reality. They are manmade constructions, made to separate us from one another. Once you have realized One-ness Separation is seen as an illusion.
Your words feel like they walk alongside the spirit of this project. Yes, borders are the inventions of power, not the truth of who we are. In memory, in art, in the quiet moments when we see each other fully, those lines disappear. Thank you for reminding me that remembrance is another path to One-ness. 🙏
Thank you, Martin. I believe poetry and heritage share the same heartbeat; both carry memory across time. I’m grateful for your words, and for the way you keep language alive through your own work. May we remember, and may we keep telling these stories in every form we can. 🙏
The only Persian poets I know are the obvious two - Rumi and Omar Khayyam and they are incredibly good. But now, through your posts, I'll find out more!
That makes me so happy to hear, Martin. Rumi and Omar Khayyam are luminous.
There is Hafez, whose every line feels like a mirror of the soul; Ferdowsi, who preserved a thousand years of Persian history in verse; Forugh Farrokhzad, whose voice still burns bright in my soul. 😊
Some maps redraw borders. Others redraw the soul. This one reminds the world that Iran is not only headlines and regimes but gardens, goddesses, and rivers older than paper. A quiet act of remembering can be more subversive than a shout.
Your words are their own act of remembering and they remind me why I began this project. Yes, some maps redraw the soul, quietly, insistently. Thank you for seeing the gardens, goddesses, and rivers that still flow beneath the noise. 🌿
It’s peoples lives, it’s the lands we are born in, it’s a call from the soul to become whole again, it’s a heartbreaking famine starved of all care, its intuitive sympathy compassionate understanding
and it’s as ancient as we carry our ancestor’s north south west and east and it’s now that we feel that despair each day and that is our being awake to our human hearts beating in harmony.
I’m so glad the map and words spoke to you. They’re meant to be little seeds of memory. 🌱
If it feels right, please also share the link or even print the poster to place somewhere others can see it, small acts like this travel far when carried by many hands. 🙏
My partner is Persian and learning about the history and resilience of Persian culture has changed my world view. This is a beautiful tribute that I hope reaches many and inspires them to learn more about what used to be paridaeza.🖤
Thank you so much for sharing this, it means a lot. I’m truly touched to know the project resonated with you and your partner. Paridaēza the ancient garden, still lives in these small acts of memory we share across time and love. 🕊️❤️
It’s peoples lives, it’s the lands we are born in, it’s a call from the soul to become whole again, it’s a heartbreaking famine starved of all care, its intuitive sympathy; compassionate understanding. It’s the ancient woman howling in the horrible darkness asking for light.
and it’s as ancient as we carry our ancestor’s north south west and east and it’s now that we feel that despair each day and that is our being awake to our human hearts beating in harmony. We feel that , may this also strengthen your mission to be heard
Our heritage is deep, and it has carried us through every chapter of history. My hope is that Persia Remembered keeps that flame alive in hearts everywhere... so whatever flag is raised, it rises over a people who remember who they are. 🌿
That’s powerful. Changa journeys often open doors to deep, archetypal memory. I wonder what you saw… Perhaps it was an echo of the same Persia I’m trying to hold in this work, a place woven of myth, beauty, and the timeless threads of the soul. Thank you for sharing that glimpse. ❤️
It had very feminine energy. Women in ceremony caring for one another lots of cats and Persian prints on the walls, colours like deep orange fuschias and darker reds, a lemon tree… it’s a bit blurry now it’s been almost three years but it felt like a memory 🌀
What a beautiful vision, Camille, it carries the warmth, color, and feminine grace that Persia has always known. Even if the edges blur with time, the feeling remains, like a thread that can be picked up again. Thank you for bringing this memory into the light; it absolutely feels like it belongs here. ❤️
Thank you, Meredith. 🙏❤️ How beautiful. The Persian heart has always had a natural kinship with Vedanta’s essence. Mystic poets like Hafez and Rumi lives in most Iranian hearts. It feels less like learning something new, and more like remembering what was always there.
Done! Wall adorned. Tribute set. Your reach no longer lives in the echoing halls of digitalization.
Your words feel like a blessing on this journey. Knowing the map now lives beyond the screen, on a wall in the real world, feels like a quiet victory. Thank you for giving it a place where it can keep speaking without me. 🙏
Dear friend, what a beautiful piece you have written. Powerful in its simplicity. We reach across borders so easily (you from Iran Persia the Netherlands, I from Canada a Swedish immigrant) because borders are not a reality. They are manmade constructions, made to separate us from one another. Once you have realized One-ness Separation is seen as an illusion.
Your words feel like they walk alongside the spirit of this project. Yes, borders are the inventions of power, not the truth of who we are. In memory, in art, in the quiet moments when we see each other fully, those lines disappear. Thank you for reminding me that remembrance is another path to One-ness. 🙏
Thank you for the letter and the poster. Our heritage is important, Elham. It is a vital link to who we are. May we remember.
Thank you, Martin. I believe poetry and heritage share the same heartbeat; both carry memory across time. I’m grateful for your words, and for the way you keep language alive through your own work. May we remember, and may we keep telling these stories in every form we can. 🙏
The only Persian poets I know are the obvious two - Rumi and Omar Khayyam and they are incredibly good. But now, through your posts, I'll find out more!
That makes me so happy to hear, Martin. Rumi and Omar Khayyam are luminous.
There is Hafez, whose every line feels like a mirror of the soul; Ferdowsi, who preserved a thousand years of Persian history in verse; Forugh Farrokhzad, whose voice still burns bright in my soul. 😊
Yes agree we are all learners here
The living world is changing being a part of that change we want to see can happen by our living truth.
Some maps redraw borders. Others redraw the soul. This one reminds the world that Iran is not only headlines and regimes but gardens, goddesses, and rivers older than paper. A quiet act of remembering can be more subversive than a shout.
Your words are their own act of remembering and they remind me why I began this project. Yes, some maps redraw the soul, quietly, insistently. Thank you for seeing the gardens, goddesses, and rivers that still flow beneath the noise. 🌿
It’s peoples lives, it’s the lands we are born in, it’s a call from the soul to become whole again, it’s a heartbreaking famine starved of all care, its intuitive sympathy compassionate understanding
and it’s as ancient as we carry our ancestor’s north south west and east and it’s now that we feel that despair each day and that is our being awake to our human hearts beating in harmony.
Really powerful post Elham, thank you for sharing.
It’s a gorgeous map and beautiful post. Thank you for sharing 🖤
Thank you so much, Samira ❤️
I’m so glad the map and words spoke to you. They’re meant to be little seeds of memory. 🌱
If it feels right, please also share the link or even print the poster to place somewhere others can see it, small acts like this travel far when carried by many hands. 🙏
🖤🖤
My partner is Persian and learning about the history and resilience of Persian culture has changed my world view. This is a beautiful tribute that I hope reaches many and inspires them to learn more about what used to be paridaeza.🖤
Thank you so much for sharing this, it means a lot. I’m truly touched to know the project resonated with you and your partner. Paridaēza the ancient garden, still lives in these small acts of memory we share across time and love. 🕊️❤️
All the best for your project.
It’s peoples lives, it’s the lands we are born in, it’s a call from the soul to become whole again, it’s a heartbreaking famine starved of all care, its intuitive sympathy; compassionate understanding. It’s the ancient woman howling in the horrible darkness asking for light.
and it’s as ancient as we carry our ancestor’s north south west and east and it’s now that we feel that despair each day and that is our being awake to our human hearts beating in harmony. We feel that , may this also strengthen your mission to be heard
We have more than 2500 years national identity. The flag of persia will be raised once again very soon.
Long live Iran
Our heritage is deep, and it has carried us through every chapter of history. My hope is that Persia Remembered keeps that flame alive in hearts everywhere... so whatever flag is raised, it rises over a people who remember who they are. 🌿
I saw Persia in a medicine experience with Changa
That’s powerful. Changa journeys often open doors to deep, archetypal memory. I wonder what you saw… Perhaps it was an echo of the same Persia I’m trying to hold in this work, a place woven of myth, beauty, and the timeless threads of the soul. Thank you for sharing that glimpse. ❤️
It had very feminine energy. Women in ceremony caring for one another lots of cats and Persian prints on the walls, colours like deep orange fuschias and darker reds, a lemon tree… it’s a bit blurry now it’s been almost three years but it felt like a memory 🌀
What a beautiful vision, Camille, it carries the warmth, color, and feminine grace that Persia has always known. Even if the edges blur with time, the feeling remains, like a thread that can be picked up again. Thank you for bringing this memory into the light; it absolutely feels like it belongs here. ❤️
Thank you, Meredith. 🙏❤️ How beautiful. The Persian heart has always had a natural kinship with Vedanta’s essence. Mystic poets like Hafez and Rumi lives in most Iranian hearts. It feels less like learning something new, and more like remembering what was always there.