DROPPING KEYS


The small man

Builds cages for everyone

He

Knows.

While the sage,

Who has to duck his head

When the moon is low,

Keeps dropping keys all night long

For the

Beautiful

Rowdy

Prisoners.


-Hafiz-

Sherrie

Great!! I keep thinking of the ones: Existance, and Tamborine.
Kat

Andrea/Kat -


Yes Kat, the words resonate deeply if you allow them

Hello and good day to you, Sherrie...hello to all others who may read
these unfamiliar truthes...or familiar...lol...

As always young lady...I am touched, as your approaches are soft and
kind...carefully sharing your love's understandings...You are a wonder
in nature...

The Great Work...was deeply absorbed...very quickly...

It reminded me of a conversation had many times throughout my life
concerning choosing your teachers...wisely...

My heart and support I share with you...as you have become instumental
to so many...whether or not they know of their student life....lol...

Hello MIchael - welcome to this peaceful place

We find pieces of ourself everywhere ... we see us reflected in all we
encounter.

We are all students. We are all beacons. The familiar shows us who we
are. That which offends also shows us who we are.

The words of Hafiz and Rumi sit well within me. It brings me joy to
share them.

Thank you for sharing in them too.



THE WARRIOR

The warrors tame
The beasts in their past
So that the night's hoofs
Can no longer break the jeweled vision
In the heart.

The intelligent and the brave
Open every closet in the future and evict
All the mind's ghosts who have the bad habit
Of barfing everywhere.

For a long time the Universe
Has been germinating in your spine

Bt only a Pir* has the talent,
The courage to slay
The past-giant, the future-anxieties.

The warrior
Wisely sits in a circle
With other men
Gathering the strength to unmask
Himself,

Then
Sits, giving,
Like a great illumined planet on
The
Earth.

-Hafiz-

*Persian: Saint

STAY CLOST TO THOSE SOUNDS


The sun turns a key in a lock each day
As soon as it crawls out of bed.

Light swings open a door
And the many kinds of love rush out
Onto the infinite green field.

Your soul sometimes plays a note
Against the Sky's ear that excites
The birds and planets.

Stay close to any sounds
That make you glad you are alive.

Everything in this world is
Helplessly reeling.

An invisible wake was created
When God said to His beautiful dead lover,
"Be."

Hafiz, who will understand you
If you do not explain that last line?
Well then,

I will sing it this way,

When God said to Illusion,
"Be."

-Hafiz-

Ohhh AG what a wonderful thing to share with us, I simply love
this!!

Welcome Poet - I love this too

I love you...and all you do, and breathe and see.

ahh Lee it is good to see you I've gotten through some
of the things I had to think about so I think I shall be around for
awhile and mostly I just truly enjoy the company I have
here

I saw you here...and smiled...

And truth be known, you were never far away...

As a wonderful love of my life reminds me...

"We are not seperate."

aye indeed we are not seperate

Isn't it wonderful

it is most awesome!! ahh you have all taught me so much in a
short time...my heart and soul soar with wonderment each day!!

THIS ONE IS MINE


Someone put
You on a slave block
And the unreal bought
You.

Now I keep coming to your owner
Saying,

“This one is mine.”

You often overhear us talking
And this can make your heart leap
With excitement.

Don’t worry,
I will not let sadness
Possess you.

I will gladly borrow all the gold
I need

To get you
Back.

-Hafiz

I HOPE YOU WON”T SUE THIS OLD MAN


I have
Nothing to say
For God has taken His sharp knife
And completely
Hollowed me,

Yet a mysterious wind comes by
And moves the Invisible.

I enter your soul.
Your beauty, dear pilgrim, startles me,
Causes my spirit’s foot to slip

Against one of the lute strings on
Your heart.

Then Hafiz just translates
The cries of your love
As if they were
My own
Words.

I hope
You won’t sue
This drunk Old Man
For
That.


-Hafiz-

CURFEWS


Noise
Is a cruel ruler

Who is always imposing
Curfews,

While
Stillness and quiet
Break open the vintage
Bottles,

Awake the real
Band.


-Hafiz-

THE CHORUS IN THE EYE


Your eye has a melody we want to hear.
God rises from a tuned instrument.

The sun and moon
Will gladly wear robes

And sway as playful children
When the Pir* directs Light.

Hafiz,
Could you slip magic into sounds
Then pour them
Into the earth’s bruised ear?

Hafiz, could you whisper the luminous
Close to each wayfarer’s body
And let the whole world know
About the Beloved’s
True nature?

Yes, dear ones, I can,
Listen to one of my favorite words
That the Friend too is always saying to us:
Mashuq, Mashuq
(Sweetheart).

The chorus in the heart needs to sing.

Love is sovereign and ceaselessly moves
From the turned clay drum,

Chanting, humming all day long, Mashuq,
Mashuq to everything.



-Hafiz-


*Persian: saint

Good morning/evening, and thankyou, a beautiful morning
read.