Topic: Hafiz - passionate magic | |
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Hi Harry
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Hey, some good poetry and it sounds like the Waltons in here. That's it
for me, gotta go to bed, the buzz is waring off, long day. GOOD NIGHT JOHN BOY - wherever you are! And all you beautiful people too! ![]() |
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nite Red...sweet dreams
sherri...i am so delighted!! guess you are familiar with his inspiration.. Jelaludin Mevlana Rumi? the essential rumi , by coleman barks it is essential ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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that was better than reading the bible and eating turkish delights and
spining around in circles with the stero on 11.Thanks ArtGurl ![]() ![]() |
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Thanks Artgurl.
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Hi Red, welcome to the mountain
![]() ![]() KariZ - that was wonderful!!! ![]() ![]() Klug - nice to see you here ![]() Alex - hello lovely ![]() I posted Hafiz because I love him but also because I thought fewer people might be familiar with him. At least that is the case in the part of the world I inhabit. Ahhhh, the words feel like a sigh ...... The birds have flown to freedom, the cage lies empty. Your happy songs bring to me the scent of heaven. Please keep singing. -Rumi- |
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If you have illusions about heaven
lose them. The soul heard of one attribute of Love and came to earth. A hundred attributes of heaven could never charm her back. It is here the soul discovers the reality of Love. -Rumi- |
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When you see the lovers
don’t pass them by, sit with them. The fire of Love warms the world, but even fire dies in the company of ashes. -Rumi- |
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From all that was familiar
I broke away. Now I am lost, without a place, wandering. With no music like a fool I dance and clap my hands. How am I to live without You? You are everywhere but I can’t find You. -Rumi- |
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Heat is not brought by fire only.
When you suddenly walk through my door, I feel warm. When you promise to come but do not I feel desolate and cold. Frost does not appear in winter only. -Rumi- |
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Be thirsty heart,
seek forever without a rest. Let this soundless longing hidden deep inside you be the source Of every word you say. -Rumi- |
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WHY JUST ASK THE DONKEY
Why Just ask the donkey in me To speak to the donkey in you, When I have so many other beautiful animals And brilliant colored birds inside That are all longing to say something wonderful And exciting to your heart? Let’s open all the locked doors upon our eyes That keep us from knowing the Intelligence That begets love And a more lively and satisfying conversation With the Friend. Let’s turn loose our golden falcons So that they can meet in the sky Where our spirits belong— Necking like two Hot kids. Let’s hold hands and get drunk near the sun And sing sweet songs to God Until He joins us with a few notes From His own sublime lute and drum. If you have a better idea Of how to pass a lonely night After your glands may have performed All their little magic Then speak up sweethearts, speak up, For Hafiz and all the world will listen. Why just bring your donkey to me Asking for stale hay And a boring conference with the idiot In regards to this precious matter – Such a precious matter as love, When I have so many other divine animals And brilliant colored birds inside That are all longing To so sweetly Greet You! -Hafiz- |
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OUR HEARTS SHOULD DO THIS MORE
I sit in the streets with the homeless My clothes stained with the wine From the vineyards the saints tend. Light has painted all acts The same color So I sit around and laugh all day With my friends. At night I feel a divine loneliness I tear the doors off Love’s mansion And wrestle God onto the floor. He becomes so pleased with Hafiz And says, “Our hearts should do this more.” -Hafiz- |
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NOW IS THE TIME Now is the time to know That all you do is sacred. Now, why not consider A lasting truce with yourself and God. Now is the time to understand That all your ideas of right and wrong Were just a child’s training wheels To be laid aside When you can finally live With veracity And love. Hafiz is a divine envoy Whom the Beloved Has written a holy message upon. My dear, please tell me, Why do you still Throw sticks at your heart And God? What is it in that sweet voice inside That incites you to fear? Now is the time for the world to know That every thought and action is sacred. This is the time For you to deeply compute the impossibility That there is anything But Grace. Now is the season to know That everything you do Is sacred. -Hafiz- |
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WHERE IS THE DOOR TO THE TAVERN?
Where is the door to God? In the sound of a barking dog, In the ring of a hammer, In a drop of rain, In the face of Everyone I see. -Hafiz- ![]() |
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BECOMING HUMAN
Once a man came to me and spoke for hours about “His great visions of God” he felt he was having. He asked me for confirmation, saying, “Are these wonderous dreams true?” I replied, “How many goats do you have?” He looked surprised and said, “I am speaking of sublime visions And you ask About goats!” And I spoke again saying, “Yes brother -- how many do you have?” “Well Hafiz, I have sixty-two.” “And how many wives?” Again he looked surprised, then said, “Four.” “How many rose bushes in your garden, How many children, Are your parents still alive, Do you feed the birds in winter?” And to all he answered. Then I said, “You asked me if I thought your visions were true, I would say that they were if they make you become More human, More kind to every creature and plant That you know.” -Hafiz- |
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IN NEED OF THE BREATH
My heart Is an unsent jewel Upon the tender night Yearning for its dear old friend The Moon. When the Nameless One debuts again Ten thousand facets of my being unfurl wings And reveal such a radiance inside I enter a realm divine— I too begin to so sweetly cast light, Like a lamp, Through the streets of this World. My heart is an unset jewel Upon existence Waiting for the Friend’s touch. Tonight My heart is an unset ruby Offered bowed and weeping to the Sky. I am dying in these cold hours For the resplendent glance of God. I am dying Because of a divine remembrance Of who – I really am. Hafiz, tonight, Your soul Is a brilliant reed instrument In need of the breath of the Christ. -Hafiz- |
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THE HEART’S CORONATION
The pawn Always sits stunned, Chained, unable to move Beneath God’s magnificent power. It is essential for the heart’s coronation Or the pawn to realize There is nothing but divine movement In this World. -Hafiz- |
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LOVE IS THE FUNERAL PYRE
Love is The funeral pyre Where I have laid my living body. All the false notions of myself That once caused fear, pain, Have turned to ash As I neared God. What has risen From the tangled web of thought and sinew Now shines with jubilation Through the eyes of angels And screams from the guts of Infinite existence Itself. Love is the funeral pyre Where the heart must lay Its body. -Hafiz- |
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