The Substance You
Taste
The sky-wheel turns us into dawn
and fills creation again with color.
Let it be our weakness, this thirst-love
for the world, the sun coming up
like red-gold being poured!
The potter's wheel moves,
and shapes change quickly.
Let the jar I am becoming
turn into a wine cup.
Fill me with your love
for being awake.
I'm no hypocrite renunciate.
Call me this delicious substance
you taste when you create new beauty.
Be strong, Hafiz!
Work here inside time,
where we fail, catch hold
again, and climb.
The sky-wheel turns us into dawn
and fills creation again with color.
Let it be our weakness, this thirst-love
for the world, the sun coming up
like red-gold being poured!
The potter's wheel moves,
and shapes change quickly.
Let the jar I am becoming
turn into a wine cup.
Fill me with your love
for being awake.
I'm no hypocrite renunciate.
Call me this delicious substance
you taste when you create new beauty.
Be strong, Hafiz!
Work here inside time,
where we fail, catch hold
again, and climb.
~ Hafiz
~
(The Hand of Poetry, Inayat Khan and Coleman Barks)
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