Not with Wings
Not with wings,
But with your moving hands
And sweating brows --
Standing by your Beloved's
Reaching out to comfort this world
With your cup of solace
Drawn from your vast reservoir of Truth.
Not with your eyes and senses
That turn their backs
On the earth's sweet stumbling dance
Which needs you.
Here love, O here love,
With your mouth tender and open upon your lover,
And with your heart on duty
To the souls of rivers, children, forest animals,
All the shy feathered ones and laughing, jumping,
O here, pilgrim,
On this holy battleground of Life
Where there are bleeding
Who are calling for a sacred drink,
A gentle word or touch from
Hafiz, why just serve and
play with angels?
They are already content.
Brew your knowledge well for men
With aching minds and guts,
And for those wayfarers who
The rare, courageous thirsts
That can never be relinquished
Leave your recipes in golden drums.
Tie those barrels to the
backs of camels
Who will keep circumambulating the worlds,
To all our tender wondrous spheres.
O here love, O love right
Find your happiness, dear wayfarer,
With your beautiful lips
So sweetly opened,
Yielding their vital gifts
Venus Just Asked Me
For just one minute out of the day,
It may be of value to
With thoughts like,
"I should be doing
A hell of a lot more with my life than I am --
Cause I'm so damn talented."
For just one minute out of the day.
With all the rest of
It would be best
Looking upon your self more as God does.
For He knows
Your true royal nature.
God is never confused
And can see Only Himself in you.
Venus just leaned down and asked me
To tell you a secret, to confess
She's just a mirror who has been stealing
Your light and music for centuries.
She knows as does Hafiz,
You are the sole heir to