I often think about how everything I look at around me originated as an idea in someone's imagination. My home and everything in it, the design of my world with neighborhood street grids and airports, communications and the food that I eat - all of this was born within the imagination of someone at some point and delivered into the reality of my daily life.
So what is Hafiz getting at saying that there is no such thing as imagination? I think he is referring to humans as having the gift of imagination and the earth and the universe are at our beck and call when it comes to what we manifest from that imagination in this world. The earth and the energetics of consciousness must abide by our choices. THEY have no imagination without us. We hold and wield that power. Consciousness cannot know itself except by what we bring into being in this world. This is how it relates to us and how we are to relate to it. We are co-creating with consciousness. Imagination does not exist until we step into the creation of reality.
Whatever you conceive as imagination
Does not exist for me.
Whatever you can do in a dream
Or on your mind-canvas
My hands can pull-alive-from my coat pocket.
Thank you for listening.
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Music: This song, The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys by Traffic written in 1971 just flew to me in the wondrous way of things when one writes and that is all I can say about that! When it comes to humans creating something out of nothing, is there anything more spectacular than music? Maybe for some but not for me.
We were children once, playing with toys
And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound
Of the low spark of high-heeled boys
The original post in this series of poems by Hafiz (including an addendum regarding the authenticity of these poems) can be found here. Also, my thoughts on this series a year into these poems, HERE.
The Gift: Poems by Hafiz and translated by Daniel Ladinsky can be purchased here.