Tuesday, September 10, 2013

THEY SPOKE TO ME....




This

Sky

Where we live

Is no place to lose your wings

So love, love,

Love.




How
Did the rose
Ever open its heart

And give to this world
All its
Beauty

It felt the encouragement of light
Against its
Being

Otherwise,
We all remain
Too
Frightened



Even
After
All this time
The sun never says to the earth

“You owe
  Me.”

Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the Whole
Sky




If God
Invited you to a party
And said,

“Everyone
In the ballroom tonight
Will be my special
Guest,”

How would you then treat them
When you
Arrived?

Indeed, indeed!

And Hafiz knows
There is no one in this world

Who
Is not upon
His Jeweled Dance
Floor.



Blame

Keeps the sad game going,

It keeps stealing all your wealth

Giving to an imbecile with

No financial skills,

Dear one,

Wise

Up.




I

Will need

Someone to feed my cat

When I leave this world,

Though my cat is not ordinary.

She only has three paws:

Fire, air,

Water.




The
Heart is right to cry

Even when the smallest drop of light,
Of love,
Is taken away.

Perhaps you may kick, moan, scream
In a dignified
Silence,

But you are so right
To do so in any fashion

Until God returns
To

You.


  

We all
Sit in His orchestra,
Some play their
Fiddles,

Some wield their
Clubs.

Tonight is worthy of music.

Let’s get loose
With
Compassion,

Let’s down in the delicious
Ambience of
Love.



What
We speak
Becomes the house we live in.

Who will want to sleep in your bed
If the roof leaks
Right above
It?

Look what happens when the tongue
Cannot say to kindness,

“I will be your slave.”

The moon
Covers her face with both hands

And can’t bear
To look



Why
Are there
So few in the court
Of a perfect
Saint?

Because
Every time you are near Him
You have to leave pieces
Of your
Ego
With
The hatcheck
Girl

Who won’t give them
Back….




Passing, passing
The blossom gives way to the fruit;
Both are necessary,
One passes into another.
Bread exists to be broken
To sustain its purpose,
The grape on the vine
Is wine in the making,
Crush it and it comes alive.




When for an infinite second
You leap like antelope
Out of time’s snaking passage
You leave attachment behind,
It fades into the distance.
Timeless, without expectation
You’re born into non-attachment.




Don’t flounder in preambles of the past
Wounded with regrets; don’t let autumnal
Nostalgia blind you to the sounds and scents
Of the present’s Spring; you’re a native of
The pellucid moment, make it infinite beyond
The curving snake of passing time and space,
Learn to die in the infinitely elusive moment.



  
I was a speck of dust measured in molecules
Now I am a rising mountain peak, snow-capped;
I was forgotten like coffee grains in an empty pot
Now I am surging light leading a multitude.

You erased my famine, unpicked my anger
Your energy charges my voice, it radiates my heart;
Now I am alive with the ore of words pouring

From my lips like molten lava glittering with joy



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Selection of short poems of beloved Persian poets namely Hafiz and Rumi translated by Daniel Ladinsky, and Raficq Abdulla