Why not tell the world who we are - how we are - what we think - what we believe? Perhaps we have forgotten how to ask an open ended question and listen to the answer. The right question becomes a portal in conversation. There is a way of relating to others that becomes like a well worn path. This happens with people we are in the habit of living with and also as "a working model of conversation" with others that is safe. We converse and receive the comfort of an expected answer that avoids discomfort. At what cost?
“What the hell, Hafiz,
Why not give the whole world
My
Address.”
On some level we are all conspiring to understand and grow and want to solve mysteries and find clues. Is it such a bad thing to share with others where we live with ourselves in this way? Hafiz seems to suggest that the most passionate aspects of our spirit need to find a home in our daily life and invites us to share these excitements so we can expand our joy of feeling fulfilled exponentially.
Than you for listening.
Music: When I think of passionate conspiring with myself about things spiritual and sublime, I think about how we are all from the same source and how we, basically, yearn for the same things. I obsess over mystery and I've an insatiable, curious nature. This song reflects that sweep of wonder.
Art by Manuel Eastanon
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.