I am
a hole in a flute
that the Christ's breath moves through,
listen to this
music.
Hafiz
Complaint
Is only possible
While living in the suburbs
Of God.
Every
Child
Has known God,
Not the God of names,
not the God of don'ts,
Not the God who ever does anything weird,
But the God who only knows four words
And keeps repeating them, saying:
"Come dance with Me."
Come
Dance.
The only problem with not castrating
A gigantic ego is
That it will surely become amorous
And father
A hundred screaming ideas and kids
Who will then all quickly grow up
And skillfully proceed
To run up every imaginable debt
And complication of which your brain
Can conceive.
This would concern normal parents
And any seekers of freedom
And the local merchants nearby
As well.
They could very easily become forced
To disturb your peace;
All those worries and bills could turn to
Wailing ghosts.
The only problem with not lassoing
A runaway ego is
You won't have much time to sing
In this sweet world.
Every
Child
Has known God,
Not the God of don'ts,
Not the God who ever does
Anything weird,
But the God who only knows four words
And keeps repeating them, saying:
"Come dance with Me."
Come
Dance.
If God
invited you to a party and
said,
"Everyone in the ballroom tonight will
be my special
guest."
How would you then treat them when you arrived?
Indeed, indeed!
I wish I could show you
when you are lonely
or in darkness
the astonishing light
of your own being.
Don't
Surrender
Your loneliness so quickly.
Let it cut more
Deep.
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice so
Tender,
My need of God
Asolutely
Clear.
Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them,
"Love me."
Of course you do not do this out loud;
Otherwise,
Someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this,
This great pull in us
To connect.
Why not become the one
Who lives with a full moon in each eye
That is always saying,
With that sweet moon
Language,
What every other eye in this world
Is dying to
Hear.
Even
After
All this time
The sun never says to the earth,
"You owe
Me."
Look
What happens
With a love like that.
It lights the
Whole
Sky.