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Hafiz in the Morning…

It’s getting too light – I’ve missed the window of my writing hour.  I make coffee and seek the beautiful wisdom of Hafiz in the morning shadows by the kitchen stove.

No, Hafiz, it is not too dark.

Yes, my heart sounds a warning.  Ever-desiring to live with the Real!

“If It Is Not Too Dark”

Go for a walk, if it is not too dark.
Get some fresh air, try to smile.
Say something kind
To a safe-looking stranger, if one happens by.

Always exercise your heart’s knowing.

You might as well attempt something real
Along this path:

Take your spouse or lover into your arms
The way you did when you first met.
Let tenderness pour from your eyes
The way the Sun gazes warmly on the earth.

Play a game with some children.
Extend yourself to a friend.
Sing a few ribald songs to your pets and plants-
Why not let them get drunk and wild!

Let’s toast
Every rung we’ve climbed on Evolution’s ladder.
Whisper, “I love you! I love you!”
To the whole mad world.

Let’s stop reading about God-
We will never understand Him.

Jump to your feet, wave your fists,
Threaten and warn the whole Universe

That your heart can no longer live
Without real love!

                    ~Hafiz from I Heard God Laughing: Poems of Hope and Joy

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Blessings in Dreams Not Realized

courtesy of mossercork

 

Where would I be right now
if all my dreams had come true
deep down I know somehow
I’d have never seen your face
this world would be a different place
darling there’s no way to know
which way your heart will go

Mason Jennings ~ “Which Way Your Heart Will Go”

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Sleeping Through the Secrets

I think you’re supposed to be awake in order to achieve enlightenment.

It’s embarrassing to admit that even the lure of being privy to The Book of Secrets is not enough to keep me conscious. Every time I try to read a bit of Deepak’s sage wisdom, I get about two paragraphs in and promptly fall asleep.

I think the Bohemian found me last night with the book laid across my chest, my eyes shut and my mouth hanging open – not exactly the illuminated state I was seeking.

I’m beginning to wonder what it means if someone offers up a book filled with secrets to the key of life and I simply cannot read it without drifting into dreamland.

I thought I wanted the juiciest secrets divulged. Maybe I’m just not ready.