Dearest ones, lets anoint this world with dance!
I GOT KIN
Plant
So that your own heart
Will grow.
Love
So God will think:
“Ahhhhh,
I got kin in that body!
I should start inviting that soul over
For coffee
And rolls”.
Sing
Because this is a food
Our starving world
Needs.
Laugh
Because that is the purest
Sound.
UNTIL
I think we are frightened every
Moment of our lives
Until we
Know
Him.
THE SUBURBS
Complaint
Is only possible
While living in the suburbs
Of God.
TROUBLED
Troubled?
Then stay with me, for I’m not.
Lonely?
A thousand naked amorous ones dwell in ancient caves
Beneath my eyelids.
Riches?
Here’s a pick,
My whole body is an emerald that begs,
“Take me”.
Write all that worries you on a piece of parchment;
Offer it to God.
Even from the distance of a millennium
I can lean the flame in my heart
Into your life.
And turn
All that frightens you
Into holy
Incense
Ash.
LET THOUGHTS BECOME YOUR
BEAUTIFUL LOVER
Let thought become the beautiful Woman.
Cultivate your mind and heart to that depth
That it can give your everything
A warm body can.
Why just keep making love with God’s child –
Form
When the Friend Himself is standing
Before us
So open-armed?
My dear,
Let prayer become your beautiful Lover
And become free,
Become free of this world….
From “The Gift” of Hafiz, a Persian poet of the 14th century…. – the one who encourages our hearts to dance…