Updated: Aug 9
...every heart is at first an apprentice that slaves beneath the city of light... As humans, we do not spring forth into our lives fully formed and ready for the the intense experience life presents, obviously. If we are lucky and we are in a life requiring it, we get a good set of parents who are knowledgeable and can teach what they themselves know about love. But even with that, love is different for every generation and, again, for every individual. It is the most complex conundrum that must be approached in the most unique way for each person.
Having a teacher is ideal. Not many of us were thus favored and even the most fortunate still struggle occasionally over how to utilize our divine essence. Most of us bask in the light and lurk in love's shadow, both depending on where we are in our lives and what the world is up to or down with. It is complicated, this love.
Hafiz suggests true happiness is achieved by doing the great work of charming ourselves out of over thinking things and, instead feel into into kindness towards ourselves and others. It is the happiness found in this that is the teacher.
Thank you for listening.
Music: This song and especially this video made up of the fans of the band Mother Mother always touches me and makes me cry which, in my case, opens my heart up and improves me. Music is medicine. Maybe it will help you, too.
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.