The Sun in Drag

Somehow, this poem seemed particularly appropriate when I read it this morning.

The Sun in Drag

You are the Sun in Drag.

You are God[dess] hiding from yourself.

Remove all the “mine” – that is the veil.

Why ever worry about

Anything?

Listen to what your friend Hafiz

Knows for certain:

The appearance of this world is a Magi’s brilliant trick, though its affairs are

Nothing into nothing.

You are a divine elephant with amnesia

Trying to live in an ant

Hole.

Sweetheart, O sweetheart

You are God[dess] in

Drag!

– The Gift: Poems by Hafiz, The Great Sufi Master, Translations by Daniel Landinsky, p. 252

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Dance

I Wish I Could Speak Like Music

I wish I could speak like music.

I wish I could put the swaying splendor
Of the fields into words

So that you could hold Truth
Against your body
And dance.

I am trying the best I can
With this crude brush, the tongue,

To cover you with light.

I wish I could speak like divine music.

I want to give you the sublime rhythms
Of this earth and the sky’s limbs

As they joyously spin and surrender,
Surrender
Against God’s luminous breath.

Hafiz wants you to hold me
Against your precious
Body

And dance,
Dance.

• The Gift: Poems by Hafiz, The Great Sufi Master, Translations by Daniel Landinsky, p. 305.
  

This is what dance means to me: It is prayer. It is devotion. It is meditation. It is celebration. It is communion with God. Even at its most mundane, it is joy. Would you like to dance?

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Find a Better Job

Here’s a thought for all of you who, like me, spend entirely too much time worrying about the future, what other people think or whatever your flavor of the day is:

Now

That

All your worry

Has proved such an

Unlucrative

Business,

Why

Not

Find a better

Job.

• The Gift: Poems by Hafiz, The Great Sufi Master, Translations by Daniel Landinsky

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