TIRED OF
SPEAKING SWEETLY
Love wants to
reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.
Break all our teacup talk of God.
If you had the
courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.
Love sometimes
gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth
That make you
fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,
And with others,
Causing the
world to weep
On too many fine days.
On too many fine days.
God wants to
manhandle us,
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.
The Beloved
sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:
To do us a great favor:
Hold us upside
down
And shake all the nonsense out.
And shake all the nonsense out.
But when we
hear
He is in such a “playful drunken mood”
Most everyone I know
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
Out of town.
He is in such a “playful drunken mood”
Most everyone I know
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
Out of town.
(“The Gift”
– versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
To subscribe to Panhala, send a blank email to Panhala-subscribe@yahoogroups.com