On the morning of September 11, I was typing in a
poem by Hafiz. I didn't have the news on.
A friend of mine who lived in New Jersey was
playing with a new digital camera he had bought the day before. This was
the first picture he took with it and he sent it out on the Internet almost
immediately, before the second plane stuck. When the photograph arrived, I
turned on the news and tried to call my son (who lived two blocks from the World
Trade Center). After the shock wore off some, I inserted the
photograph and sent the poem to the Hafiz group.
Many in Iran and elsewhere use the poems of
Hafiz to divine the future. To me, Hafiz speaks to the
present....
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Tuesday, September 11, 2001 9:43 AM
Subject: [Hafiz] A GREAT NEED
A GREAT
NEED
Out
Of a great
need
We are all holding
hands
And climbing.
Not loving is a letting
go.
Listen,
The terrain around
here
Is
Far too
Dangerous
For
That.
(“The Gift” – versions
of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
