Hafiz says he starts his day seeking out love; I stumble.

I
awake and consider the ache in my body

Stiff
from being flat out

Tired
of tossing and turning for the right position

That
continually fleets away once I get there.

 

My
limbs get numb

Rest
only yields restlessness.

Am
I tired of the body-living thing?

Or
is it just that I’m tired.

Or
the body is tired?

It
has been years in this skin.

 

Focused
on love

Like
turning to the sun all the time

A
flower, a plant,

No
matter the twisting will

Turn
and turn again.

 

Seeking
is the secret of the universe

To
seek more, seek the sun, seek light

Seek
the bliss of being in the right place at the right time doing the right thing.

 

My
dharma.

Whether
it is being a soldier and fighting

Or
fighting the idea of war from afar.

Loving
a child or

Fighting
the love of a child away or

Loving
that child into a fight.

 

We
simply get twisted.

I
yearn body and soul for the simple life

To
turn my head to the sun.

 

Even
if it is beyond all clouds

Behind
stormy fierce-blowing winds

Sideways
rain that obscures the sight

White
blindness in snow

Frozen
forever in a glacier

 

To
be present in the warmth of

Love’s
breath.

To
insist on this love-infused life

I
take my direction from the trees

Grass
leaves falling

Mountain
stillness

Warmth
in your eyes within.