What
Would
Happen if God leaned down
And gave you a full wet
Kiss?
Hafiz
Doesn't mind answering astronomical questions
Like that:
You would surely start
Reciting all day, inebriated,
Rogue-poems
Like
This.
Stichwörter: rogue-poems
The
Great religions are the
Ships,
Poets the life
Boats.
Every sane person I know has jumped
Overboard.
That is good for business
Isn't it
Hafiz?
God has never really spoken,
though a thought once crossed His mind.
It is the echo of divine
silence
we hear the birds sing, and that
is the source of all
we see and
touch.
Any thought that you are better or less
Than another man
Quickly
Breaks the wine
Glass.
Why Aren't We Screaming Drunks?
by Hafiz (Daniel Ladinsky)
(1945? - ) Timeline
Original Language
English
Muslim / Sufi
Contemporary
The sun once glimpsed God's true nature
And has never been the same.
Thus that radiant sphere
Constantly pours its energy
Upon this earth
As does He from behind
The veil.
With a wonderful God like that
Why isn't everyone a screaming drunk?
Hafiz's guess is this:
Any thought that you are better or less
Than another man
Quickly
Breaks the wine
Glass.
Good poetry, like music or a sweet touch, can doctor us up, be an antidote for an hour or longer, help us to get dressed for another day--combat the blues enough to mount the horse again; and maybe even aid in laying down the insidious weight of some old grudge or deep-rooted anxiety. Herein enters Rumi.
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