Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.
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
And wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of truth
That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,
Causing the world to weep on too many fine days.
God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us up in a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.
The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor:
Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.
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
Dropping Keys
The small man
Builds cages
For everyone he knows
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
-Hafiz
Even after all this time,
the sun never says to the earth, "You owe me"
Look what happens with a love like that.
It lights the whole sky.
-Hafiz
Ever since happiness heard your name,
it has been running through the streets trying to find you.
-Hafiz
Fear is the cheapest room in the house.
I would like to see you living in better conditions.
-Hafiz
