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Episode Ninety Eight, This Talking Rag

Some days are better than others. All days have their gifts yet some gifts that are ours one minute suddenly go. They disappear without warning and leave us with but only memories. Hafiz talks about his being acutely aware of amazing enlightened feelings and ideas one minute and then without warning, in his cups and as dumb as a doorstop hours later. A human life is not lived in a straight line. It is lived in each moment.

Thank you for listening.

Music: This poem reminded me of this song. When we are young and in the center of all that is happening to us and absorbed in all of our feelings about all the everythings, it never occurs there is an expiry date on these experiences. We age in the wake of these things sometimes feeling like a wine stained talking rag; feeling like you kinda had to have been there. Eric Burdon & War, Spill The Wine. Have your good times when you can, if you are so blessed, because each day holds a richness; their season and their reason passes.

Painting by H. Hargrove

The original post in this series of poems by Hafiz (including an addendum regarding the authenticity of these poems) can be found here.

The Gift: Poems by Hafiz and translated by Daniel Ladinsky can be purchased here.


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