The persian mystic and poet
(1320-1390)
Yanni-One Man's Dream
Saints Bowing in the Mountains
Hafiz
Vicente Romero Redondo Art Do you know how beautiful you are? For as you talk of God,
I think not, my dear.
I see great parades with wildly colorful bands
Streaming from your mind and heart,
Carrying wonderful and secret messages
To every corner of this world.
I see saints bowing in the mountains
Hundreds of miles away
To the wonder of sounds
That break into light
From your most common words.
Tell me of squirrels and birds you know.
Awaken your legion of nightingales—
Let them soar wild and free in the sky.
And begin to sing to God.
Cast All Your Votes For Dancing
Hafiz
Hans Olaf Heyerdahl Art I know the voice of depression I know those habits that can ruin your life But you are with the Friend now You can stay that way Keep squeezing drops of the Sun Keep squeezing drops of the Sun Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins You are with the Friend now.
Still calls to you.
Still send their invitations.
And look so much stronger.
And even bloom!
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions' beautiful laughter.
From the sacred hands and glance of your Beloved
And, my dear,
From the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.
That may buy you just a moment of pleasure,
But then drag you for days
Like a broken man
Behind a farting camel.
Learn what actions of yours delight Him,
What actions of yours bring freedom
And Love.
SOME FILL WITH EACH GOOD RAIN
Hafiz
There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.
In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That "love" is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.
Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.
There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep
For that.
Richard Johnson Art
It Happens All The Time In Heaven It happens all the time in heaven, It will begin to happen That men and women who are married, And women and women Often will get down on their knees With tears in their eyes, "My dear, How can I be more
Hafiz
And some day
Again on earth -
And men and men who are
Lovers,
Who give each other Light,
And while so tenderly
Holding their lover's hand,
Will sincerely speak, saying,
How can I be more loving to you;
Kind?"
Ladislas Wladislaw von Czachorski Painting
How Do I Listen? How As if everyone were my Master How The way What One thing: love.
Hafiz
Do I
Listen to others?
Speaking to me
His
Cherished
Last
Words.
An Old Musician
Should
Those who know of God
Meet and
Part?
An old musician
Greets his beloved
Instrument
And will take special care,
As a great artist always does,
To enhance the final note
Of each
Performance.
What is the Root?
Is the
Root of all these
Words?
But a love so deep and sweet
It needed to express itself
With scents, sounds, colors
That never before
Existed.
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