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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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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