Every journey's end is a beginning. Sometimes in trying to understand the world we become so weary of our task that we resort to begging for a reprieve because, certainly there must be outside forces driving us to near madness with the constant challenges. We forget that we are part of the design. We forget we are carrying everything we need yet we look outside ourselves to plead for recognition, validation, direction and reprieve. We have many lifetimes in which to draw upon and little memory of this knowledge with which to navigate. It is not easy being a human being with this unavoidable wiring of a desire that is seeded in what we are blind to.
Hafiz has grown weary. He is imploring to the divine here and he is receiving a hollow response of his own request to continue to trust.
It has been raining on the plains
of our vision for a million years
Thank you for listening.
Music: I was in the pool swimming when this song rotated up and I thought of this post. Annie Lennox shines like she fell down directly from a celestial throne singing Cold in this video, I swear. We are human and are therefore filled with such longing, the essence of which we cannot touch by design. We hold the tension of desire in our bodies and would, in moments, give all we have learned away to stop remembering. We cannot, however, forget Source. That is the way we are.
Come to me
Run to me
Do and be done with me
(Cold cold cold)
Don't I exist for you
Don't I still live for you
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.