The mind that tries to shape tomorrow beyond its capacities will find no rest.
Be kind to yourself, dear – to your innocent follies.
Forget any sounds or any touch you knew that did not help you to dance
You will come to see that all evolves us.
Quote: Rumi (found in Daniel Ladinsky, Love Poems from God)
The table where you ate
For your sake we are here, not for our own.
Why should I ever complain about working in the shop where you did?
And the table, earth, where are you ate – isn’t that enough for me?
Your legs stretched out across every particle of space I might ever encounter;
the wise could build monuments here because of this.
If my senses were less dull the scent of your breath would enter me,
For you exhaled something of your soul into this world, and what you do does last.
For your sake, Beloved, we are here, not for our own,
no matter what directions our thoughts and actions may turn.
When dawn pulls the veil from my eye,
The scent of your breath will enter me forever,
and lift every sail.
Quote: A Year with Hafiz- Daily Contemplations
Image: Playa del amor, México
There is no spot on earth that ever became sacred until something danced there:
Maybe it was just an atom or two.
Strange now the seriousness I see around the shrines of perfect saints
whose feet once wept ecstatic tears
as they moved upon the sun they saw beneath our every step.
There is no place in existence that ever became sacred until something sang there,
Even be at just a molecule. That is enough. I hear they croon all the time.
Quote: Hafiz – Daniel Landinsky
Photo: Paul Morris