Tired of Speaking SweetlyLove wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.
If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
By your hair,
That bring you no joy.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
All your erroneous notions of truth
That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And wants to rip to shreds
And with others,
Causing the world to weep
On too many fine days.
And practice His dropkick.
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:
Hold us upside down And shake all the nonsense out.
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
But when we hear
Most everyone I know
Out of town.
~ Hafiz ~
The Gift – versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky
forest, dips in the natural river pools, good food, clean spring water to drink and bathe in, and most importantly of all, some massage and acupuncture from Vonetta, the months of stress and tension that often lead people to come on retreat, begins to melt away.
new version of someone.
Saude, Paz e Amor