Hang from the night sky
So that your eye might draw
One more image of love upon your silk canvas
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
Why not dance,(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!)