TIRED OF SPEAKING SWEETLY
Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.
If you had the courage and
If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth
That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,
Causing the world to weep
Causing the world to weep
On too many fine days.
God wants to manhandle us,
God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.
The Beloved sometimes wants
The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:
Hold us upside down
Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.
But when we hear
But when we hear
He is in such a “playful drunken mood”
Most everyone I know
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
Out of town.
~ Hafiz ~
(The Gift – versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
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~ Hafiz ~
(The Gift – versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
Web version: www.panhala.net/Archive/Tired.html
"Tough Love" .... in other words....
ReplyDeletethere always seems to be that place in us... The Beloved... that witnesses our struggle and longs to shake us free... but in the end allows our stubborn-ness and ignorance to run it's course.... like the fly fisherman playing the line til the rainbow trout has reached the end of resistance... then, by Patience, is released....
Great poem, Molly....
Blessings, as always....
Thanks for your thoughts, Bruce. And, yes, this is a great poem. I just have such deep compassion for how it is that we can be asleep and simply disconnected from our remembrance of the beauty of our own true nature, and that which infuses all. With such gratitude and humility there go each of us who is any way able and blessed by Grace to walk a path of some degree of consciousness. Blessed be... Thank you, too, Bruce, for connecting me with the resource for all these amazing photographs and poems. I am very grateful for this, too... :-)
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