Ahh thank you Jenni

DIVIDING GOD


The moon starts singing
When everyone is asleep
And the planets throw a bright robe
Around their shoulders and whirl up
Close to her side.

Once I asked the moon,
“Why do you and your sweet friends
Not perform so romantically like that
To a larger crowd?”

And the whole sky chorus resounded,

“The admission price to hear
The lofty minstrels
Speak of love

Is affordable only to those
Who have not exhausted themselves
Dividing God all day
And thus need rest.

The thrilled Tavern fiddlers
Who are perched on the roof

Do not want their notes to intrude
Upon the ears
Where an accountant lives
With a sharp pencil
Keeping score of words
Another

In their great sorrow or sad anger
May have once said
To you.”

Hafiz knows:
The sun will stand as your best man
And whistle

When you have found the courage
To marry forgiveness,

When you have found the courage
To marry
Love.


-Hafiz-

Hey Sherrie...good to see you...

You know that I absoluely absorb this one...

Excellent...simply excellent...

Um...ooops...where is my tea?...or...uh..."t", rather

Ahhh Michael - great to see you!

THE THOUSAND-STRINGED INSTRUMENT

The heart is
The thousand-stringed instrument.

Our sadness and fear come from being
Out of tune with love.

All day long God coaxes my lips
To speak,

So that your tears will not stain
His green dress.

It is not that the Friend is vain,
It is just your life we care about.

Sometimes the Beloved
Takes my pen in hand,
For Hafiz is just a simple man.

The other day the Old One
Wrote on the Tavern wall:

"The heart is
The thousand-stringed instrument

That can only be tuned with
Love."


-Hafiz-

THEN WINKS

Everything is clapping today,

Light,
Sound,
Motion,
All movement.

A rabbit I pass pulls a cymbal
From a hidden pocket
Then winks.

This causes a few planets and I
To go nuts
And start grabbing each other.

Someone sees this,
Calls a
Shrink,

Tries to get me
Committed
For
Being too
Happy.

Listen: this world is the lunatic's sphere,
Don't always agree it's real,

Even with my feet upon it
And the postman knowing my door

My address is somewhere else.


-Hafiz-

AND THEN YOU ARE


And then You are like this:

A small bird decorated
With orange patches of light
Waving your wings near my window,

Encouraging me with all the existence's love--
To dance.

And then You are like this:

A cruel word that stabs me
From the mouth of a strange costume You wear;
A guise You had too long tricked me into thinking
Could be other--than You.

And then You are ...

The firmament
That spins at the end of a string in Your hand
That You offer to mine saying,
"Did you drop this--surely
This is yours."

And then You are, O then You are:

The Beloved of every creature
Revealed with such grandeur--bursting
From each cell in my body,
I kneel, I laugh,
I weep, I sing.
I sing.


-Hafiz-

Ahh Sherrie I sorely needed to read Hafiz's words tonight, thank you

TROUBLED


Troubled?
Then stay with me, for I'm not.

Lonely?
A thousand naked amorous ones dwell in ancient caves
Beneath my eyelids.

Riches?
Here's a pick,
My whole body is an emerald that begs,
"Take me."

Write all that worries you on a piece of parchment;
Offer it to God
Even from the distance of a millennium

I can lean the flame in my heart
Into your life

And turn
All that frightens you
Into holy
Incense
Ash.


-Hafiz-

I come here often too Jenni ... I appreciate the company ...

Wow wow that last one really hit me Sherrie wow

WHAT KIND OF GOD?



What kind of God would He be

if He did not hear the

bangles ring on

an ant’s

wrist



as they move the earth

in their sweet

dance?



And what kind of God would He be

if a leaf’s prayer was not as precious to creation

as the prayer His own son sang

from the glorious depth

of his soul –

for us.



And what kind of God would He be

if the vote of millions in this world could sway Him

to change the divine

law of

love



that speaks so clearly with compassion’s elegant tongue,

saying, eternally saying:



all are forgiven – moreover, dears,

no one has ever been

guilty.



What
kind of God would He be
if He did not count the blinks
of your
eyes



and is in absolute awe of their movements?



What a God - what a God we
have.



- Kabir.

SOME FILL WITH EACH GOOD RAIN

There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.

In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That "love" is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep
For that.


Hafiz.

Thanks ARTGURL...So beautiful!!...you are a gift...:-)))

Ahh Jenni - perhaps that is why I was compelled to post that particular poem ... for you!


Lee - I am so happy to see you my sister and I revel in the words you share. I carry you in my heart!


BeachGrl - lovely to have you here. This thread bring me such joy and gratitude that others may share in the magic of it. Welcome.

interesting reading--

who is hafiz?

Welcome Shadow

Hafiz - Shams-un-din Muhammad Hafiz (c.1320-1389) ... a Persian Master... a Sufi poet who was inspired by Rumi

He is profound, sometimes outrageous but always encourages our hearts to dance.

His words resonate well with me ... in line with my philosophy of letting go of that which we are not to reveal that which we have always been.

The best translations come from Daniel Ladinsky.

To me they are such passionate magic.

After all this time, I still wallow in the words

Nice to see you here

*slips in to wallow once again* Ahhh Hafiz you soothe me

I IMAGINE NOW FOR AGES

It
Happened
Again last
Night:

Love
Popped the cork on itself—
Splattered my brains
Across the
Sky.

I imagine now for ages
Something of Hafiz
Will appear

To fall like
Stars.

-Hafiz-