Friday, December 4, 2009

Loving Tides

Photo: Makaleha, Kauai: Transformation after the Storm

Tired of Speaking Sweetly ~ by Hafiz

Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.

If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth

That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,

Causing the world to weep
On too many fine days.

God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice his dropkick.

The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:

Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.

But when we hear He is in such a "playful drunken mood"
Most everyone I know
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
Out of town.
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Kat said...

I love it. Ironic reading this after our "New Moon discourse on love." :) I had posted a Rumi poem in June that did a similar thing to me as this one just did.

Love that you post your musings too. xoxo

Wisdom of One said...

No irony, Kat. Total purposefulness. Love your blog too, and your poem. And yes - the joys of the written song. See you - in bit. xoxo