A Year With Hafiz

My Farewell I sat around a fire and thought  - of you.  Take your greatest moment of pleasure, and multiply that by a millionfold...

A River Understands I think a river understands me, I used to know my name, and now I don't.  For what does a river call itself ...

Open The Door or Die There is an invisible sun we long to see. The closer you get to the present,  the brighter and more real it will b...

What You Really Want There is not a waking moment that you are not trying to savior what you have, or get closer to what will bring you...

There Is A Wonderful Game There is a wonderful game we should play, and it goes like this:  We hold hands and look into each other...

What We Have Felt They touch us, don't they?  So many things in different ways.  And then those feelings can last for years in var...

Because Of Our Wisdom Because of our wisdom  we will travel far for love.  All movement is a sign of thirst, Most speaking really sa...

The Prayer Upon My Lips It is the Beloved who is revealed in every face, sought in every sign, gazed upon by every eye, worshipped i...

As we climb the mountain of life, out of great need, we are holding hands. Loving is never letting go.         I think this is such a bea...

A holy infant, taken from God's womb, is each creature.             There you have it, in God's eyes, everyone is worthy. Everyon...

There's enough here to contemplate for a lifetime.           Maybe you should repeat these words to yourself if you are ever feeling ...

In my world all that remains is the wondrous call to dance and prayer, rising up like a thousand suns, out of the mouth of a single bird.  ...

My heart holds within it a pasture for gazelles and children, a meadow for music, dance, and dreams.            Rumi said, "Let your...

When she began to sing, there was no one who really heard her who was not then glad to be alive.          Does the "really" Hafi...

The most magnificient season is existence.            Some would say that the most magnificient season is Fall, or Spring, or Winter, or ...

All acts enrich us, though be careful in this realm of thought, of freedom.         I would argue that all acts do not necessarily enric...

You can invent galaxies if you allow your heart to be lifted into the sky's oasis.              What causes the heart to swell, to s...

Weeks went by, then months, and life went on, admist the ten thousand other wonders.              Have you ever given thought to how lif...

Have much desire to play in this sweet world.           There is probably no better poem than "Ode to Life" (Neruda) to illustr...

How is it that invisible thoughts can lift heavy matter and build cities and armies and altars?        Contemplate this today, the day w...