Change. A glimpse of the inconceivable. How many things in our everyday reality do we assume are never going to be altered in any way? Even when we have witnessed great change in our lives, we are still surprised when there is new information and understanding; new technology and enhancements to our daily lives. Why then is it so hard to believe in something that we cannot see when everything we see was once unseen itself? I think we are all dullards in this way, really. Absolutely everything in our lives was once just a thought someone had that they believed in and made real. EVERYTHING.
Why then is it so hard to imagine we are beyond conception - a manifestation of creation itself? A thing of beauty and worthy of reverence and divinity?
Hafiz writes of a day everyone will know this and share in his reverence for the divine ecstasy of living.
Thank you for listening.
Music: I was guided to this video for this post. I don't know why. I'm somewhat familiar with the beautiful tune, Stable Song by Gregory Alan Isakov. I read that he says it is a song about everything. So here we are. Sometimes it just happens that way. I'm easily led. I like to think this makes me favored by fortune. I know in my heart that it allows me to respond easier to the shadow of his tress upon my bare shoulder...
Lets imagine something truly wonderful and loving to unfold in this world.
photo by Mike Jones at Pixels
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.