Lanterns
Hang from the night sky
So that your eye might draw
One more image of love upon your silk canvas
Before sleep.

Words from Him have reached you
And tilled a golden field inside.

When all your desires are distilled
You will cast just two votes:

To love more,
And be happy.

Take the sounds from the mouth-flute of HaFeZ
And mix them into your seed pouch.

And when the moon says,
‘It is time to
Plant,’

Why not dance,
Dance and
Sing?

(HaFeZ : Aka The Holy Mouth Poet. (1315-1390).  A poet, a playful genius, a Sufi Master, a spiritual teacher, and embraced as “a poet for poets” by Emerson. Humor and Heart and the Dance of Life fill the pages!)

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  1. I feel that my dick is among these many on this site. I am gay, straight, and bi all the time. Nature seldom works in neat categories.

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