In A Handful of God
Poetry reveals
that there is no empty space.

When your truth forsakes its shyness,
When your fears surrender to your strengths,
You will begin to experience
That all existence Is a teeming sea of infinite life.

In a handful of ocean water
You could not count all the finely tuned Musicians
Who are acting stoned
For very intelligent and sane reasons
And of course are becoming extremely sweet
And wild.

In a handful of the sky and earth, In a handful of God,
We cannot count
All the ecstatic lovers who are dancing there
Behind the mysterious veil.

True art reveals there is no void
Or darkness.

There is no loneliness to the clear-eyed mystic
In this luminous, brimming Playful world.

("The Subject Tonight is Love" - versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky

 

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