Intermission with Hafiz

I have lost my words at the moment, so I thought I would share these beautiful ones from Hafiz with you.

Where does the real poetry

Come from?

From the amorous sighs

In this moist dark when making love

With form or

Spirit.

Where does poetry live?

In the eye that says,”Wow wee,”

In the overpowering felt splendour

Every sane mind knows

When it realises – our life dance

Is only for a few magic

Seconds,

From the heart saying,

Shouting,

“I am so damn

Alive.”


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