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

In 24 hours

oil change
ultrasound
then 6000 feet above sea level
walking on the wettest spot on earth

later
we sleep
seaside
at the house of the dead
wake to find
sunrise chips
watch whale’s
tails
slap
as we move
in slow motion
sifting through sea salt mist
and sand

simply sit

we’ll sample coffee
at the roadside tourist trap
but realize
we just can’t go to Costco
along our way
back home

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When in Doubt, Go Celestial

courtesy of NASA Goddard Photo & Video

 

I am
but oh, so small
upgraded neanderthal
with thumbs
spacing
letters on a screen

I’ve got a collection of pens
Radiohead CD
plants in pots
and a grocery list
at a desk
in a house

some dreams
inside my chest
oxygenated particles
giving me breath

as I try to sort
the silverware drawer
cosmic dust
and exploding gases
orchestrate
organized chaos
in deep space

if I only knew
the intelligent glue
that holds this all together

I’d surrender to gravity
admit
that I know nothing
be grateful for a day
to float in vastness
step among grass and shadows
feel the shine of a star
90 million miles away
not yet quite
an ember