It Felt Love
How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all its beauty? It felt the encouragement of light against its being, otherwise, we all remain too frightened. An Astronomical Question
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What would happen if God leaned down and gave you a full wet kiss? Hafiz doesn't mind answering astronomical questions like that: you would surely start reciting all day, inebriated, rogue-poems like this. I Got Kin
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Plant so that your own heart will grow. Love so God will think, "Ahhhhhh, I got kin in that body! I should start inviting that soul over for coffee and rolls." Sing because this is a food our starving world needs. Laugh because that is the purest sound. Perfect Equanimity
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Look how a mirror will reflect with perfect equanimity all actions before it. There is no act in this world that will ever cause the mirror to look away. There is no act in this world that will ever make the mirror say “no.” The mirror, like perfect love, will just keep giving of itself to all before it. How did the mirror ever get like that, so polite, so grand, so compassionate? It watched God. Yes, the mirror remembers the Beloved looking into itself as the Beloved shaped existence’s heart and the mirror’s soul. My eye has the nature of God. Hafiz looks upon all with perfect equanimity, as do my words, dear. My poems will never tell you no, because the Mirror is not like that, and if God ever hits you with a don’t - He has His fingers crossed, He is just fibbing for your own good. I Have Learned So Much
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I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even pure soul. Love has befriended Hafiz so completely it has turned to ash and freed me of every concept and image my mind has ever known. The Sun Never Says
_Even after all this time
the sun never says to the earth, "You owe Me." Look what happens with a love like that, it lights the Whole Sky. To read more poems, reference the "Books" page.
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The Subject Tonight Is Love
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The subject tonight is Love and for tomorrow night as well. As a matter of fact I know of no better topic for us to discuss until we all die! Buttering The Sky
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Slipping on my shoes, boiling water, toasting bread, buttering the sky: That should be enough contact with God in one day to make anyone crazy. Find A Better Job
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Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business, why not find a better job. I Have Come Into This World To See This
I have come into this world to see this: the sword drop from men's hands even at the height of their arc of anger because we have finally realized there is just one flesh to wound and it is His - the Christ's, our Beloved's. I have come into this world to see this: all creatures hold hands as we pass through this miraculous existence we share on the way to even a greater being of soul, a being of just ecstatic light, forever entwined and at play with Him. I have come into this world to hear this: every song the earth has sung since it was conceived in the Divine's womb and began spinning from His wish, every song by wing and fin and hoof, every song by hill and field and tree and woman and child, every song of stream and rock, every song of tool and lyre and flute, every song of gold and emerald and fire, every song the heart should cry with magnificent dignity to know itself as God: for all other knowledge will leave us again in want and aching - only imbibing the glorious Sun will complete us. I have come into this world to experience this: men so true to love they would rather die before speaking an unkind word, men so true their lives are His covenant - the promise of hope. I have come into this world to see this: the sword drop from men's hands even at the height of their arc of rage because we have finally realized there is just one flesh we can wound. With That Moon Language
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Admit something: everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.” Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops. Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect. Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye that is always saying, with that sweet moon language, what every other eye in this world is dying to hear? Would You Think It Odd
_Would you think it odd if Hafiz said,
"I am in love with every church and mosque and temple and any kind of shrine Because I know it is there that people say the different names of the One God." Would you tell your friends I was a bit strange if I admitted I am indeed in love with every mind and heart and body. O I am sincerely plumb crazy about your every thought and yearning and limb Because, my dear, I know that it is through these that you search for Him. |