This whole Part 17 of Shanti’s series, subtitled Fragrances of human flowering, is dedicated to the Persian poet and mystic Hafiz
Hafiz
poet
“The Earth would die if the sun stopped kissing her.”
“And still, after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, ‘You owe me’.”
“I once asked a bird, ‘How do you fly in this gravity of darkness?’
And she replied, ‘Love lifts me’.”
“O thou who are trying to learn the marvel of Love
through the copybook of reason,
I am very much afraid you will never see the point.”
“Every child has known God,
not the God of names,
not the God of don’ts,
not the God who ever does anything weird,
but the God who knows only four words and keeps repeating them, saying:
‘Come, Dance with Me’.”
“I have learned so much from God that I can no longer
call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.
The Truth has shared so much of itself with me that I can no longer
call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even a pure Soul.
Love has befriended me so completely;
it has turned to ash and freed me
of every concept and image my mind has ever known.”
“He was so slim, his heart was visible!”
“Run my dear,
from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings.
Run like hell my dear,
from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred,
tender vision of your beautiful heart.”
“Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business,
why not find a better job?”
“What do sad people have in common?
It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there
and do a strange wail and worship.
What is the beginning of happiness?
It is to stop being so religious like that.”
“Ever since happiness heard your name,
it has been running through the streets trying to find you.”
“It happens all the time in heaven,
and some day it will begin to happen again on earth
that men and women who are married,
and men and men who are lovers,
and women and women who give each other light
often will get down on their knees
and while so tenderly holding their lover’s hand,
with tears in their eyes, will sincerely speak, saying:
‘My dear, how can I be more loving to you,
how can I be more kind?’”
“Carry your heart through this world like a life-giving sun.”
“There was a four year old child whose next door neighbor
was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard,
climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.
When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor
the little boy said, ‘Nothing, I just helped him cry’.”
“When the Sun Within speaks,
when Love reaches out its hand and places it upon another,
any power the stars and planets might have upon us,
any fears you can muster can become so rightfully insignificant.
What one heart can do for another heart,
is there any beauty in the world that can match this?”
“What will the burial of my body be?
The pouring of a sacred cup of wine into the Earth’s tender mouth
and making my dear sweet lover laugh one more time.
What is the passing of a body?
The glorious lifting of a spirit into the sacred arms of the Sky,
and making Existence smile, one more, one more time.”
To be continued…
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