In high school, I carried around a book of poetry by the medieval Persian poet, Hafiz. Strangely, the copy of Hafiz' poetry that landed in my life had been translated from the Persian into French, but I remember reading words that were at the same time deeply sensual and profoundly other-worldly. The past few weeks, I've been considering my role in life, and how I can best reflect brilliance (not my own, but radiating brightly from the Light of God through me) into a world that sometimes cowers in darkness. Tonight, for whatever reason, I'm once again led to Hafiz, and these two poems speak volumes directly into my heart.
The small manBuilds cages for everyoneHeKnowsWhile the sage,Who has to duck his headWhen the moon is low,Keeps dropping keys all night longFor theBeautifulRowdyPrisoners.
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We have not come to take prisoners,But to surrender ever more deeplyTo freedom and joy.We have not come into this exquisite worldTo hold ourselves hostage from love.Run, my dear,From anythingThat may not strengthenYour precious budding wings.Run like hell my dearFrom anyone likelyTo put a sharp knifeInto the sacred, tender visionOf your beautiful heart.We have a duty to befriendThose aspects of obedienceThat stand outside of our houseAnd shout to our reason"O please, O please,Come out and play."For we have not come here to take prisonersOr to confine our wondrous spirits,But to experience ever and ever more deeplyOur divine courage, freedom, andLight!
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God, in this time of transition, I am learning to see myself empowered, strengthened, and inspired by Your love. May the words You put into my mouth and the actions You place upon my heart lift me ever higher, fully out of the cages once forced upon me by others-- cages I once accepted out of my own fear of love. As I grow, God, allow me to leave keys along the way-- keys You've gifted me throughout my own journey-- that my life may be a blessing, in some small way, to those who journey with me for this time on this path. Bless those whose sweet spirits have found their way into my heart, that they may be uplifted, strengthened, empowered, guided, protected, released, and at peace. And encourage us all to reach outside our own understanding, even into the darkness of what we do not yet know, and play, ever so sweetly, in the mysteries of You.
1 comment:
"Run, my dear,
From anything
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings"
a wonderful post.
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