LOUSY AT
MATH
Once a group of thieves stole a rare diamond
Larger than a
goose egg.
Its value could have easily bought
One thousand
horses
And two thousand acres
Of the most fertile land in
Shiraz.
The thieves got drunk that night
To celebrate their
great haul,
But during the course of the evening
The effects of
the liquor
And their mistrust of each other grew to such
An
extent
They decided to divide the stone into pieces.
Of course
then the Priceless became lost.
Most everyone is lousy at
math
And does that to God -
Dissects the Indivisible
One,
By thinking, saying,
"This is my Beloved, he looks like
this
And acts like that,
How could that moron over
there
Really
Be
God."
~ Hafiz ~
(The Gift -- versions of
Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
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