I am not a religious woman, yet as I've aged I've surrendered to an existence of the spiritual that is of me while beyond me. Hafiz' poetry does not resonate within me in a religious manner but in a spiritual one. The word Allah doesn't trigger me into any kind of familiar or exotic vibrational reaction. What does seduce me is the wisdom and the prescience of Hafiz' words and how he talks to us and himself as if he himself were his own wise counsel channeling his association with his higher mind. I find this timeless relationship and conversation so alluring that I cannot turn away from it.
From living in the shadows of my own spiritual experiences and then aging into the light of better understanding, I can call Allah, Allah, Allah and know that it doesn't matter the name or what I say but what matters is what I call from the heart. The heart speaks all the important languages at once. My voice rises in a way that liberates me and pleases me deeply when I recite Hafiz' words and that, in a way, is my saying my prayer.
Thank you for listening.
Music: I heard this song in passing somewhere recently and saved it, it seems, for this episode. The ouroboros symbolizes for me the alchemy of healing and the endless energetics of the soul transforming in a timeless manner. Living in this dimension and unable to experience directly the life that thrives beyond our density requires a vehicle or a portal of belief in its existence to receive the support that it can give us. I think these kinds of things become more obvious as we age and develop scope and vision.
...From fractal to the galaxy
A revolution spiraling
And it’s all right
Sooner or later
Your luck will betray you
But tables will turn
And you’ll learn the behavior
And it’s all 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.