SOME FILL WITH
EACH GOOD RAIN
There are
different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.
In one
well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That “love” is
literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.
Your
love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to
someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave
them into a blanket
To protect you.
To protect you.
There are
different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are
far, far too deep
For that.
For that.
(“The Gift” –
versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
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