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Episode Thirty Nine, So Many Gifts


It is said that when we are born we become a portal in time and space and within this opening pour all our gifts both light and dark. How they appear, disappear, thrive or die composes our life experience. Likewise there are energies that accompany us in the timeless way of where we came from. Friends, allies, guides and ancestors interested in our success in our life are present for the asking. Few ask. Some are blind by agreement; some know and refuse comfort; some suspect and enjoy an occasional coincidence or synchronicity. Some, if they are very lucky, discover and cultivate their original gift and share all they have found, like Hafiz. In this poem, Hafiz seems to share this plight of the disenfranchised ally to our souls and affirms his unconditional and compassionate belief in our purpose and great goodness.


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Music: It is 1970 and I am seventeen years old and stoned lying on a floor listening to this tune and my mind is trying to open to the then radical ideas these cats are putting down. Have I been here before? The question, once asked, begged a working hypothesis. It would be decades of life experience before I could wrap my mind around such a concept and understand the power and personal meaning of it. Today multiple lives and the time/space continuum are as much my reality and a daily point of reference as the sweetness of hearing this old familiar song.


Photo Credit: Platinum creative Design


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.


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