The Theater of Freedom - Hafiz

[Guest guest]

Beloved Friends,

 

Hafiz is so utterly Beautiful...

 

 

The Theater of Freedom

 

 

In my divine studio

 

What I have been working on is this:

 

 

Painting the Truth,

 

Revealing

 

A more realistic picture of God,

 

 

Tearing down the cruel walls

 

That separate you from the tenderness of Fire.

 

 

Someone must be withholding

 

The crucial lines

 

In all those stories you have heard of our

 

Friend,

 

 

For there is still too much fear

 

And pallor upon your cheeks,

 

 

And I rarely see you

 

In the marvelous Theater of Freedom.

 

 

Hafiz knows

 

You could not describe him

 

 

Even if we sat side by side on a caravan

 

For years,

 

 

Even if we slept close in my desert tent

 

And you became familiar

 

 

With the holy scent

 

That the sun and my Master leave

 

Whenever they visit me,

 

 

For something has happened

 

To your youthful passions,

 

 

That great fuel

 

You once had to defend yourself

 

Against becoming tamed.

 

 

And your eyes now often tell me

 

That your once vital talent to extract joy

>From the air

 

Has fallen into a sleep.

 

 

All that you could ever say of me

 

Can only describe my camel's tail –

 

 

And that coarse hair

 

That is barely visible sometimes

 

On the left side of the moon's nose.

 

 

In my divine studio

 

Where I am sitting right now

 

Crafting your heart, lyre

 

And flute,

 

 

I long for the day when you will join me

 

In knowing

 

 

The extraordinary humor

 

And all the enchanting realities

 

 

Of the infinite performances

 

of

 

God.

 

 

(The Subject Tonight is Love -- versions by Danial Ladinsky)

 

Loving All of You,

Mazie

 

 

 

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