Tag Archives: poetry

Go for a walk

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Go for a walk, if it is not too dark. 

Get some fresh air, try to smile. 

Say something kind

To a safe-looking stranger, if one happens by.

Always exercise your heart’s knowing.

You might as well attempt something real

Along this path:

Take your spouse or lover into your arms

The way you did when you first met.

Let tenderness pour from your eyes

The way the Sun gazes warmly on the earth.

Play a game with some children.

Extend yourself to a friend.

Sing a few ribald songs to your pets and plants –

Why not let them get drunk and wild!

Let’s toast

Every rung we’ve climbed on Evolution’s ladder.

Whisper, “I love you! I love you!”

To the whole mad world.

Let’s stop reading about God –

We will never understand Him.

Jump to your feet, wave your fists,

Threaten and warn the whole Universe

That your heart can no longer live

Without real love!

― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )

Love All.

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Fragrant Breeze

( Monday poetry Blog )

You are that

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You personify God’s message.
You reflect the King’s face.

There is nothing in the universe that you are not

Everything you want, look for it within yourself-
you are that. 

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

(1207 – 1273 )

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Fragrance of Happiness

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I burn each second of my life

to

love like a incense

with

the

Fragrance of Happiness .

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

(1207 – 1273 )

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Do you know how beautiful You are ?

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Saints Bowing in the Mountains
Do you know how beautiful you are?
I think not, my dear.

For as you talk of God,
I see great parades with wildly colorful bands
Streaming from your mind and heart,
Carrying wonderful and secret messages
To every corner of this world.

I see saints bowing in the mountains
Hundreds of miles away
To the wonder of sounds
That break into light

From your most common words.
Speak to me of your mother,
Your cousins and your friends.
Tell me of squirrels and birds you know.

Awaken your legion of nightingales – 

Let them soar wild and free in the sky
And begin to sing to God.
Let’s all begin to sing to God!

Do you know how beautiful you are?
I think not, my dear,
Yet Hafiz
Could set you upon a Stage
And worship you forever!

― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )

Love All.

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Fragrant Breeze

( Monday poetry Blog )

Zero

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Zero
Is where the Real Fun starts.

There’s too much counting
Everywhere else!

― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )

Love All.

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Fragrant Breeze

( Monday poetry Blog )

Road of Love

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Like the morning breeze, if you bring to the morning good deeds,
The rose of our desire will open and bloom.

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Go forward, and make advances down this road of love;
In forward motion, the pain is great.

To beg at the door of the Winehouse is a wonderful alchemy.
If you practice this, soon you will be converting dust into gold.

O heart, if only once you experience the light of purity,
Like a laughing candle, you can abandon the life you live in your head.

But if you are still yearning for cheap wine and a beautiful face,
Don’t go out looking for an enlightened job.

Hafiz, if you are listening to this good advice,
The road of Love and its enrichment are right around the curve.

― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )

From: Drunk on the Wind of the Beloved―
Translated by Thomas Rain Crowe

Love All.

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Fragrant Breeze

( Monday poetry Blog )

Divine Worth

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If a naive and desperate man
Brings a precious stone
To the only jeweler in town,
Wanting to sell it,
The jeweler’s eyes
Will begin to play a game,
Like most eyes in the world when they look at you.

The jeweler’s face will stay calm.
He will not want to reveal the stone’s true value,
But to hold the man captive to fear and greed
While he calculates
The value of the transaction.

But one moment with me, my dear,
Will show you
That there is nothing,
Nothing
Hafiz wants from you.

When you sit before a Master like me,
Even if you are a drooling mess,
My eyes sing with Excitement
They see your Divine Worth

― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )

Love All.

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Fragrant Breeze

( Monday poetry Blog )