This is how a mystic spends his day (Hafiz):
Slipping
On my shoes,
Boiling water,
Toasting bread,
Buttering the sky:
That should be enough contact
With Her in one day
To make anyone
Crazy.
On my shoes,
Boiling water,
Toasting bread,
Buttering the sky:
That should be enough contact
With Her in one day
To make anyone
Crazy.
Love makes every simple movement a cherished and celebrated event. Waking with your lover, the unmade bed is rumpled like a queen’s velvet cape resting at her feet. Opening up the door for the day’s fresh sun reminds me of galaxies I could have chosen. But right here, right now, there is no place but Your Love breathing me. The day dawns and my wedding feast awaits.