Out of the mouths of a thousand birds -- Hafiz

[Guest guest]

Listen -

Listen more carefully to what is around you

Right now.

 

In my world

There are the bells from the clanks

Of the morning milk drums,

 

And a wagon wheel outside my window

Just hit a bump

 

Which turned into an ecstatic chorus

Of the Beloved's Name.

 

There is the Prayer Call

Rising up like the sun

Out of the mouths of a thousand birds.

 

There is an astonishing vastness

Of movement and Life

 

Emanating sound and light

>From my folded hands

 

And my even quieter simple being and heart.

 

My dear,

Is it true that your mind

Is sometimes like a battering

Ram

 

Running all through the city,

Shouting so madly inside and out

 

About the ten thousand things

That do not matter?

 

Hafiz, too,

For many years beat his head in youth

 

And thought himself at a great distance,

Far from an armistice

With God.

 

But that is why this scarred old pilgrim

Has now become such a sweet rare vintage

Who weeps and sings for you.

 

O listen -

Listen more carefully

To what is inside of you right now.

 

In my world

All that remains is the wondrous call to

Dance and prayer

 

Rising up like a thousand suns

Out of the mouth of a

Single bird.

 

 

 

 

Daniel Ladinsky - 'The subject tonight is Love'

 

 

LoveAlways,

 

Mazie