In A Handful of
God
Poetry reveals that there is
no empty space.
When your truth forsakes its
shyness,
When your fears surrender to your strengths,
You will begin to experience
When your fears surrender to your strengths,
You will begin to experience
That all existence
Is a teeming sea of infinite life.
Is a teeming sea of infinite life.
In a handful of ocean
water
You could not count all the finely tuned
Musicians
You could not count all the finely tuned
Musicians
Who are acting stoned
For very intelligent and sane reasons
For very intelligent and sane reasons
And of course are becoming
extremely sweet
And wild.
And wild.
In a handful of the sky and
earth,
In a handful of God,
In a handful of God,
We cannot count
All the ecstatic lovers who are dancing there
Behind the mysterious veil.
All the ecstatic lovers who are dancing there
Behind the mysterious veil.
True art reveals there is no
void
Or darkness.
Or darkness.
There is no loneliness to
the clear-eyed mystic
In this luminous, brimming
Playful world.
In this luminous, brimming
Playful world.
~ Hafiz ~
(The Subject Tonight is
Love - versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
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