Thursday, May 28, 2009
sleep on the floor, dream about me....
Tonight I should be sorting laundry. Or processing wedding photos. Or calling my grandma. Or making a lunch for tomorrow. But the sun was so beautiful, I couldn't do any of these yet. I've been sitting on my back porch reading poetry and sipping wine and reading poetry. I've done a lot of poetry reading lately and it has been good. Very good. Hard to explain good. Tonight was a Hafiz night. I have two to share:
Resist your temptation to lie
By speaking of separation from God,
We might have to medicate
In the ocean
A lot goes on beneath your eyes.
They have clinics there too
For the insane
Who persist in saying things like:
"I am independent from the
God is not always around
Always sits stunned,
Chained, unable to move
Beneath God's magnificent power.
It is essential for the heart's coronation
For the pawn to realize
There is nothing but divine movement