FORGIVE THE DREAM

All your images of winter
I see against your sky.

I understand the wounds
That have not healed in you.

They exist
Because God and love
Have yet to become real enough

To allow you to forgive
The dream.

You still listen to an old alley song
That brings your body pain;

Now chain your ears
To His pacing drum and flute.

Fix your eyes upon
The magnificent arch of His brow

That supports
And allows this universe to expand.

Your hands, feet, and heart are wise
And want to know the warmth
Of a Perfect One’s circle.

A true saint
Is an earth in eternal spring.

Inside the veins of a petal
On a blooming redbud tree

Are hidden worlds
Where Hafiz sometimes
Resides.

I will spread
A Persian carpet there
Woven with light.

We can drink wine
From a gourd I hollowed
And dried on the roof of my house.

I will bring bread I have kneaded
That contains my own
Divine genes

And cheese from a calf I raised.

My love for your Master is such
You can just lean back
And I will feed you
This truth:

Your wounds of love can only heal
When you can forgive
This dream.

-Hafiz-

WHEN YOU CAN ENDURE

When
The words stop
And you can endure the silence

That reveals your heart’s
Pain

Of emptiness
Or that great wrenching-sweet longing,

That is the time to try and listen
To what the Beloved’s
Eyes

Most want
To

Say.

-Hafiz-

FAITHFUL LOVER

The moon came to me last night
With a sweet question.

She said,

“The sun has been my faithful lover
For millions of years.

Whenever I offer my body to him
Brilliant light pours from his heart.

Thousands then notice my happiness
And delight in pointing
Toward my beauty.

Hafiz,
Is it true that our destiny
Is to turn into Light
Itself?”

And I replied.

Dear moon,
Now that your love is maturing,
We need to sit together
Close like this more often

So I might instruct you
How to become
Who you
Are!

-Hafiz-

LIKE PASSIONTE LIPS

There are
So many position of
Love:

Each curve on a branch,

The thousand different ways
Your eyes can embrace us,

The infinite shapes your
Mind can draw,

The spring
Orchestra of scents,

The currents of light combusting
Like passionate lips,

The revolution of Existence’s skirt
Whose folds contain other worlds,

Your every sigh that falls against
His inconceivable
Omnipresent
Body.

-Hafiz-

THE AMBIENCE OF LOVE

We all
Sit in His orchestra,
Some play their
Fiddles,

Some wield their
Clubs.

Tonight is worthy of music.

Let’s get loose
With
Compassion,

Let’s drown in the delicious
Ambience of
Love.

-Hafiz-




ahhhhhh

NEEDING A MIRROR

Your
Eye
Is so wise

It keeps turning, turning
Needing to touch
Beauty.

It keeps turning,
Needing to find a mirror

That
Will caress you

As I.

-Hafiz-

WHAT IS THE ROOT?

What

Is the

Root of all these

Words?

One thing: love.

But a love so deep and sweet

It needed to express itself

With scents, sounds, colors

That never before

Existed.


-Hafiz-

AND LOVE SAYS


And love
Says,

“I will, I will take care of you,”

To everything that is
Near.

-Hafiz

They are absolutely gorgeous, thank you for sharing them

I am so pleased you enjoy them too!

With so few words they have so much to say

I agree - they send my mind to all sorts of places and I like how the
words feel on my tongue...spoken aloud to once again breathe life
through me ... through you ... through all who share in the resonance.

yummy!!!!!!!!!!!

So beautiful...so, so beautiful...

Power in but a few small words.

thank you for sharing them.

Jess/AB

Thank you for sharing in them

slip of the mouse


That was suppsed to be (not )

Morning Sherrie

Finally, a sighting of the love of god.

Thanks for sharing Sherrie.

Hello Andrea

Nice to see you James

Yes this is the God I know

Hi Sherrie
Hi Abra