Episode Fifty, God's Bucket
We are so immersed in the miracle of life that we can barely recognize meeting our own being when we see and feel it. We are in God's bucket, according to Hafiz. We are steeped in a reality of parameters of which we can only know as our lives. But there are no edges really except by our own design.
One of ours - one of my juvenile tribe - has died. We grieve our passing parents and those aging when they die but when we age into our own mortality, we begin to have to say goodbye to our chosen family. This is on a new level. At least it feels this way to me. It is different now with this youthful memory crossing over and somehow it feels more acute - more real - more personal. It is like I am falling to my knees upon cultural holy ground. I dedicate this episode to Taylor Ingebretsen. So many Scorpios; so little time, my friend...
Hafiz is counseled in this projected reality of God's Bucket in this poem and he is sharing this reminder for us...Life is far too sacred to ever end.
Thank you for listening.
Music: Back to my roots for this one. The Moody Blues sent the invitation to millions of young music lovers in 1967 to embrace the epic sweep of poetry and the dramatic in our music and we did.
This is a poetry piece written by drummer Graeme Edge and recited by Mike Pinder, closing the circle of the poetry reading on the first track – “Morning Glory” on the album, Nights in White Satin.
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy spent
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her son
Senior citizens wish they were young
Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colours from our sight
But we decide which is right
The original post in this series of poems by Hafiz can be found here.
The Gift: Poems by Hafiz and translated by Daniel Ladinsky can be purchased here.