As Hafiz would say, today I am listening to that mad person inside my brain that keeps taunting me with unhappiness and disappointment–that doesn’t really exist. He says
There is a madman inside of you
Who is always running for office–
why voe him in.
Who is always running for office–
why voe him in.
For he never keeps the accounts straight
He gets all kinds of crooked deals
Happening all over town
That will just give you a big headache
And glue to your kisser
A gigantic confused
frown.
I turn my attention from within to the subtle dawn outside my window. The thick clouds hide the sun that still tantalizes the birds and wakens the tiny daisies in the field. The love of the Divine draws me to leave behind the nasty thoughts of non-enough and sit all day long in a forest glade with the infinite bliss of watching the air make love to the trees.