Tuesday, April 9, 2013

HAFIZ ~








At This Party


I don't want to be the only one here
Telling all the secrets —

Filling up all the bowls at this party,
Taking all the laughs.

I would like you
To start putting things on the table
That can also feed the soul
The way I do.

That way
We can invite

A hell of a lot more
Friends.




A Gigantic Ego


The only problem with not castrating
A gigantic ego is

That it will surely become amorous
And father
A hundred screaming ideas and kids

Who will then all quickly grow up
And skillfully proceed

To run up every imagianable debt
And complication of which your brain
Can conceive.

This would concern normal parents
And any seekers of freedom

And the local merchants nearby
As well.

They could very easily become forced
To disturb your peace;

All those worries and bills could turn to
Wailing ghosts.

The only problem with not lassoing
A runaway ego is

You won't have much time to sing
In this sweet
world.





A Gauge Of A Good Poem


The gauge of a good poem is

The size of the love-bruise

It leaves on your neck.

Or,

The size of the love-bruise

It cn leave on your soul.

Or,

The size of the love-bruise

It can leave on your brain.

Or,

It could be all of the

Above.





I Knew We Would Be Friends


As soon as you opened your mouth

And I heard your soft

Sounds,



I knew we would be

Friends.


The first time, dear pilgrim, I heard

You laugh,



I knew it would not take me long

To turn you back into

God.





The Subject Tonight


The subject tonight is love

And for tomorrow night as well.

As a matter of fact,

I know of no better topic

For us to discuss

Until we all

Die!





I Cherish Your Ears


Dear Pilgrim,

I love your shoes, your coat,

Your pants, your hat, your furry head,


Your cup, you bowl,

You messy closets,


And most of all — I cherish your cute ears.


Why? Don't ask!


Just speak what you love about me.


Come closer if you are feeling

A little timid today

Or dense


Because surely you would find something

Very endearing about

Hafiz.


Then

We can pass many years

Talking so silly,


Like two Highly Advanced Aspirants —

Like two Emancipated Holy Vagrants

Who are sharing His Bottle

Of Truth


And feeling so damn good

And Drunk and Free.





I Follow Barefoot


I long for You so much

I follow barefoot Your frozen tracks


That are high in the mountains

That I know are years old.


I long for You so much

I have even begun to travel

Where I have never been before.


Hafiz, there is no one in this world

Who is not looking for God.


Everyone is trudging along

With as much dignity, courage

And grace


As they possibly

Can.





A Suspended Blue Ocean


The sky

Is a suspended blue ocean.

The stars are the fish

That swim.


The planets are the white whales

I sometimes hitch a ride on,


And the sun and all light

Have forever fused themselves


Into my heart and upon

My skin.


There is only one rule
On this Wild Playground,


For every sign Hafiz has ever seen

Reads the same.


They all say,


"Have fun, my dear; my dear, have fun,

In the Beloved's Divine

Game,


O, in the Beloved's

Wonderful

Game."


____________


HAFIZ
The Subject Tonight Is Love
(Pumpkin House 1996) 





Seemingly forever, Hafiz (Shams-ud-din Muhammad Hafiz, 1320-1389) has been called "The Tongue of the Invisible" and is the most beloved poet of Persia (Iran). To many Iranians Hafiz is a dear and personal friend speaking to them now.


"The foundation of Hafiz's poetry is rooted in the beautiful human need for companionship as well as in the soul's innate desire for the complete abandonment of all experience except Light."



In many ways, Hafiz is playing music right next to us.










2 comments:

Conrad DiDiodato said...

Ah, the "runaway ego": describes perfectly the Board officials I work for. Bob, the problem with education is NOT the kids: they're delightful and it's a privilege to teach them. They are to me a source of Hafiz music and poetry.

It's the idiotic egotistical self-serving adults who couldn't cut it in the classroom and work in Board offices miles away from the nearest school:it's these guys who worry me.

The "runaway ego"...tell me about it.

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

I don't know Conrad — hasn't it always been this way?

As a student I remember the goodness of we kids; as a teacher the same; as a parent ditto. These lousy adults in their "positions" have forever been a headache.

And it all gets slippery sloped into a somewhat balance (but not helping the kids) because they think precisely the same thing about all of us.

So teach your children well
all's well, Bob