A Year With Hafiz

The Shape of Color The shape of the night, the shape of the day, the shape of color,  the shape os us. What holds all this?  Who ma...

That Does Not Know Sadness You entered form to give a holy message. An envoy from inconceivable is each of us.  When you have complete...

The Table Where You Ate For your sake we are here, not for our own. Why should I ever complain  about working in the shop where you d...

We Have Some Leverage Always assume you are on the best of terms with God, for dear, I will tell you a truth: Each of us is like His on...

All Shape Would Collapse  How many times a paw touched the earth today I know. I watched and counted them  and almost lost my mind in e...

Saints Bowing In The Mountains Do you know how beautiful you are? I think not, my dear. For as you talk, I see great parades wit...

So You Can Plant More Wheat I would like to remove some rocks from your field so that you can plant more wheat. And those hills ...

A Potted Plant  I pull a sun from my coin purse each day. And at night I let my pet, the moon, run freely into the sky meadow. If I whist...

What Holds Us Captive Look at the sweetness of their play, those lion cubs. Look at part of Beauty’s beauty, it holds us captive to wha...