EDITORIAL: Grief and Reincarnation

“Albizia julibrissin (gul-i abrisham)

The flower is shaped like a crown for mum her name Shirin ( meaning sweet )

A crown for the sweetness of her melody

For her beauty on this earth .

Graciously grant her to Paradise

Suffer her not to be tied down with gravity

Cultivate her in the garden of thy love.”


Sepehr Badiei was born in Iran, to an Egyptian mum and Iranian dad, fleeing the Iranian revolution at the age of 5, movement, motion, displacement, and survival have shaped Sepehr sees beauty, bodies and time. This work, created in a time of deep grief, was an exploration of the passage of grief, the changes, dissolving, and reforming that it brings.

Grief in Sequins and Mud

Rocking.


Crying like a baby

in a body that is supposed to be grown.

Without you two

I am an orphan.

Even with years in my bones.

Even with my own name on the door.

Gold trembling in the dark

your shoulders lit

like gold leaf .

Pink threads hanging from branches

like nerves the sky forgot to hide.

I miss the back up.

( I miss you )

The wall behind my spine.

The certainty that nothing could end me

while you were still here.

Praying at your feet

On arrival.

Mud does not shame you.

Water holds your reflection

like it understands

reincarnation is never clean.

Your voice txt healed me.

Just the way you said my name.


Now the wind says it differently.

Now the dark carries it further.

Birds become pure being

chanting your name into the sky

I am an orphan in this lifetime.

But you two

are sequins in the soil

light pressed into earth,

already stepping

into another beginning.

And I am still here,

rocking,

aching,

waiting for the lifetime

where I find you again

and the mud does not mean goodbye.

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