Out of the Mouths of a
Thousand Birds
Listen -
Listen more
carefully to what is around you
Right now.
In my world
There are the
bells from the clanks
Of the morning milk drums,
And a wagon wheel outside my
window
Just hit a bump
Which turned into an
ecstatic chorus
Of the Beloved's Name.
There is the Prayer
Call
Rising up like the sun
Out of the mouths of a thousand
birds.
There is an astonishing
vastness
Of movement and Life
Emanating sound and
light
From my folded hands
And my even quieter simple
being and heart.
My dear,
Is it true that
your mind
Is sometimes like a battering
Ram
Running all through the
city,
Shouting so madly inside and out
About the ten thousand
things
That do not matter?
Hafiz, too,
For many
years beat his head in youth
And thought himself at a
great distance,
Far from an armistice
With God.
But that is why this scarred
old pilgrim
Has now become such a sweet rare vintage
Who weeps and sings
for you.
O listen -
Listen more
carefully
To what is inside of you right now.
In my world
All that
remains is the wondrous call to
Dance and prayer
Rising up like a thousand
suns
Out of the mouth of a
Single bird.
~ Hafiz
~
(The Subject Tonight is Love --
versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
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