Episode Fifty Three, Laughing at the Word Two
The first love released is a projection of self love. It is reenacted ad infinitum throughout one's life as it was initiated by the first initial loving contact. It is that spark that we receive in infancy that so deeply nourishes us that we strive to replicate throughout our lives in relationships.
Oh, how complex this simple drive, the opening of the heart becomes as we stumble through our lives. Perhaps there is a long journey of returning to this recognition of self love. Maybe, if it was less than what was needed in some way, transforming that initial experience into something that resonates a sense of an unconditional acceptance can be found. Sometimes it is found through loving another but not always. What is consistent of love is fixed in the enchantment of the spark that sits deep in the center of one's soul. We all have access to that center, or so this poem by Hafiz suggests. It is the first love from which all other loves ignite.
Thank you for listening.
Music: Well, hell, I surrender. This is a love song. I just adore it and who of us with the proclivity for vocal resonance doesn't melt under the influence of William Prince's modulation? No one, that's who. Resistance is futile. I needed an excuse to put it into one of these posts and since the word spark surfaced above, flags were thrown down on the playing field. Here comes the love song of the century. I'm no romantic but I'm not dead, either. There is no getting around wanting to be recognized, access and be touched by that sacred source of love. Enjoy this. The Spark, from the album Reliever by William Prince.
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.