Sunday, July 31, 2016

Perfect Poem for a Quiet, Foggy Sunday

Light will someday split you open Even if your life is now a cage, For a divine seed, the crown of destiny, Is hidden and sown on an ancient, fertile plain You hold the title to… Love will surely bust you wide open Into an unfettered, blooming new galaxy Even if your mind is now A spoiled mule. A life-giving radiance will come, The Friend’s gratuity will come O look again within yourself, For I know you were once the elegant host To all the marvels in creation. From a sacred crevice in your body A bow rises each night And shoots your soul into God. Behold the Beautiful Drunk Singing One From the lunar vantage point of love. He is conducting the affairs Of the whole universe While throwing wild parties In a tree house – on a limb In your heart. -Hafiz