
The stars poured into the sky
Out of a Magician's hat last night,
And all of them have fallen into my hair.
Some have even tangled my eyelashes
Into luminous, playful knots.
You are welcome to cut a radiant tress
That lays upon my shoulders.
Wrap it around your trembling heart and body
That craves divine comfort and warmth.
I am like a pitcher of milk
In the hands of a mother who loves you.
Have been churned into dancing suns and moons.
Out of that dark nest where you hide,
I will pour effulgence into your mind.
You can find me rolling in the fields
They are exploding in
Holy battles
A brilliant colored nova on a stem.
And surrender their deepest instincts and fears,
To lick my hands and face,
I become so happy
When my soft-eyed creatures see that wonderful signal
We all burst into singing
Your starving body against God
With your courage
Then more planets get to leap
Onto the welcome mat of existence
All because
Of your previous love.
When a breeze comes by
And playful gangs of young angels
Mounted on emerald spears
That can blind you to all but the Truth!
Even if you have no net to catch Venus
My music will circle this earth for hundreds of years
And fall like resplendent debris,
Holy seed, onto a fertile woman.
Wants to help you laugh at your every
Desire.
Wants you to know
Your dance within God's
Arms
(The Gift -- versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
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SeasideMan
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What a peculiar photograph.