A day of Silence
Can be a pilgrimage in itself.
A day of Silence
Can help you listen
To the Soul play
its marvelous lute and drum.
Is not most talking
A crazed defense of a crumbling fort?
I thought we came here
To surrender in Silence,
To yield to Light and Happiness,
To Dance within
In celebration of Love's Victory!
What good is a book of poems if you are
reading it while riding
in the back of a wagon that is heading toward
the edge of a cliff?
A greater awareness is what our relationship
is supposed to be about.
I was hoping something I might have said by
now could have made you stop, get your bearings,
and start traveling in a direction that will yield
lots of fruit. May be you are? That would be nice.
A Year with Hafiz- Daily Contemplations - Daniel Landinsky
An apple tree was concerned
about a late frost and losing its gifts
that would help feed a poor family close by.
Can't the clouds be generous with what falls from them?
Can't the sun ration itself with precision?
They can speak, trees,
they can say the sweetest things
but it takes special ears to hear them,
ears that have listened to people
with great care.
