Old Sweet Beggar Hafiz ♥

Old Sweet Beggar
This
Path to God
Made me such an old sweet beggar.
I was starving until one night
My love tricked God Himself
To fall into my bowl.
Now Hafiz is infinitely rich,
But all I ever want to do
Is keep emptying out
My emerald filled
Pockets
Upon
This tear stained.
World.
Hafiz ♥


Where Do You Think You Will Be?
I am sitting on a mountain.
I am casting shadows into the sky.
I did not invite it but the sun has come
And is now playing tag with my feet.
I am whispering to clouds today,
‘Watch out for my shoulders,’
For I wish no harm
To all my soft friends.
Where do you think you will Be
When God reveals Himself
Inside of you?
I was so glad to hear
That every pillow in this world
Will become stuffed with
My soul and beard.
I am sitting on a mountain range.
I am a precious body of living water
Offered to the earth
From Light’s own hands.
Why ever talk of miracles
When you are destined to become
Infinite love.
Still, the Final Grace was left:
For all of existence and Hafiz to blend
And to find that I am every pillow
Offering comfort
To each mind and
Foot.

Hafiz ♥

Carrying God
No one can keep us from carrying God
Wherever we go.
No one can rob His Name
From our heart as we try to relinquish our fears
And at last stand — Victorious.
We do not have to leave him in the mosque
Or church alone at night;
We do not have to be jealous of tales of saints
Or glorious masts, those intoxicated souls
Who can make outrageous love with the Friend.
We do not have to be envious of our spirits’ ability
Which can sometimes touch God in a dream.
Our yearning eyes, our warm-needing bodies,
Can all be drenched in contentment
And Light.
No one anywhere can keep us
From carrying the Beloved wherever we go.
No one can rob His precious Name
From the rhythm of my heart –
Steps and breath.



Hafiz ♥

In a Handful of God

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

When your truth forsakes its shyness,

When your fears surrender to your strengths,

You will begin to experience

That all existence

Is a teeming sea of infinite life.

In a handful of ocean water

You could not count all the finely tuned

Musicians

Who are acting stoned

For very intelligent and sane reasons

And of course are becoming extremely sweet

And wild.

In a handful of the sky and earth,

In a handful of God,

We cannot count

All the ecstatic lovers who are dancing there

Behind the mysterious veil.

True art reveals there is no void

Or darkness.

There is no loneliness to the clear-eyed mystic

In this luminous, brimming

Playful world.

Hafiz ♥

Never Say It Is Not God
I taste what you taste. I know the kind of lyrics
your Soul most likes. I know which sounds will become 
Resplendent in your mind and bring such pleasure
Your feet will jump and whirl.
When anything touches or enters your body 
Never say it is not God, for He is 
Just trying to get close.
I have no use for divine patience — my lips are always 
Burning and everywhere. I am running from every corner 
Of this world and sky wanting to kiss you;
I am every particle of dust and wheat — you and I 
Are ground from His Own Body. I am rioting at your door; 
I am spinning in midair like golden falling leaves
Trying to win your glance.
I am sweetly rolling against your walls and your shores
All night, even though you are asleep. I am singing from 
The mouths of animals and birds honoring our 
Beloved’s promise and need: to let 
you know the Truth.
My dear, when anything touches or enters your body
Never say it is not God, for He and I are 
Just trying to get close to you.
God and I are rushing
From every corner of existence, needing to say,
“We are yours.”



Hafiz ♥

The Small Table Of Time And Space

  

I am a Golden Compass – 

Watch me whirl. 

  

To the east and to the west, 

To the north and to the south, 

In all directions I will true your course 

Toward laughter and unity. 

  

To everywhere I will deliver enlightenment 

On the backs of camels, birds 

And strong pilgrims. 

  

Into every country 

I will carry the Holy Names and dance 

And dance. 

  

 I am a Golden Compass – 

Watch me sing and spin 

Illustrious strands of lyrics and truth. 

  

I am a divine Agent. 

Your passage to light, your ticket, 

May need my stamp. 

  

My feet and verse are now ecstatic 

And midair; 

Just place your self beneath our leaping arch – 

We will sweetly rain upon you. 

  

Watch me whirl into nothingness 

Your fears and darkness – 

Just keep tossing them onto my golden plate. 

  

I am a Holy Instrument always tuned by God 

I live beyond every dimension. 

  

I have been lifted drunk off the floor 

In a Magnificent Tavern. 

  

Now at my seat upon Divine Love 

I gaze at Everything with brilliant, clear eyes. 

  

I can so easily lean my cheek across this small table 

Of time and space 

  

And let you touch my beautiful laughing 

Wooly beard. 

  

Hafiz is an Emerald Compass. 

My knowledge will put manna in your purse. 

  

My only duty that now remains 

 To this world 

  

Is from every direction 

To forever serve you wine and 

Hope. 

  

Hafiz is a Golden Skirt 

The Beloved has lifted off a magnificent floor 

And has tied around His waist. 

  

Watch us whirl, whirl, 

Whirl!

Hafiz ♥

Where Do You Think You Will Be?
I am sitting on a mountain.
I am casting shadows into the sky.
I did not invite it but the sun has come
And is now playing tag with my feet.
I am whispering to clouds today,
‘Watch out for my shoulders,’
For I wish no harm
To all my soft friends.
Where do you think you will Be
When God reveals Himself
Inside of you?
I was so glad to hear
That every pillow in this world
Will become stuffed with
My soul and beard.
I am sitting on a mountain range.
I am a precious body of living water
Offered to the earth
From Light’s own hands.
Why ever talk of miracles
When you are destined to become
Infinite love.
Still, the Final Grace was left:
For all of existence and Hafiz to blend
And to find that I am every pillow
Offering comfort
To each mind and
Foot.


Hafiz ♥