Who can you tell in this worldThat when a dog runs up to youWagging its ecstatic tail,You lean down and whisper in its ear,“Beloved,I am so glad You are happy to see me.Beloved,I am so glad,So very glad You have come.”— Hafiz, I Am So Glad Our spin through life is fraught with dangerous influences…
And if your feet are ever mobileUpon this ancient drum, the earth,O do not let your precious movementsCome to naught.Let your steps dance silentlyTo the rhythm of the Beloved’s Name!— Hafiz, A Wild, Holy Band It’s easy to slip into dark places in a world where insulin and baby formula cost more per gallon than…
I’ve come late to Hafiz, and that both saddens and delights me. Three writers I’m following separately pointed me towards his poetry, and I finally woke up and paid attention. Where was that attention all those years when Hafiz was right there all the time? But that’s the way life is in all things. Writing…