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“…. for a conditioned love loses its infinity, and in losing its infinity love is no longer love. In short, the highest expression of love as found in Hafiz’s poetry – is for love to create another perfect in its composition, without any bounds or conditions, infinite and completely, eternally free.”
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her waist
that God
created out
of nothing
is so slender
none created
can embrace it
In response ….
In my house of open windows
When you enter the garden
and sing to me of your sorrows
in harmony with the songs
of the night birds
I weave each sorrowful note
into a carpet of prayer
for us to lie on
praising
our Beloved
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Photo: “Deep South” by Sally Mann
Translation of Hafiz by Peter Booth
“Dante/Hafiz Readings on the Sigh, the Gaze, and Beauty” by
Franco Masciandaro and Peter Booth
So vast and intimate… the arrow enters the infinite heart. Amen Jana.
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This “arrow” has pointed straight into a metaphysical labyrinth Chris…. thank you
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feeling spaces
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everyone contributes
bodies of knowledge
nobody has written
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The last three lines are the pulse of a dervish dance …. love it
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Soulfully beautiful
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Thank you Audra… this one feels like a ticket to somewhere I’ve longed to go
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you have the warp and woof of it, between lilacs and the moon…
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smiles….
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“another perfect in its composition”
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Thank you poet friend… !
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