OK, this poem simply burst into my heart this morning, begging to be shared...and so here it is...in all its outrageousness. Sufi poetry (Hafiz, Rumi, Kabir, etc.) is not for everyone, but oh how it resonates with my heart and soul.
Hafiz is Sufi, the mystical arm of Islam which is universal in nature, those crazy-wisdom teachers, including the whirling dervishes. Remembrance of the Divine is the most basic teaching and practice of Sufism.
I have a deep *knowingness* that if I can somehow intuitively learn to move to a rhythm closer to the pulsing of the universe, my mind and body and spirit will align with it and I will be healthy and at peace in all ways in spite of outer circumstances. Ahhhhhhhhhhh....
OUT OF GOD'S HAT
The stars poured into the sky
Out of a Magician's hat last night,
And all of them have fallen into my hair.
Some have even tangled my eyelashes
Into luminous, playful knots.
You are welcome to cut a radiant tress
That lays upon my shoulders.
Wrap it around your trembling heart and body
That craves divine comfort and warmth.
I am like a pitcher of milk
In the hands of a mother who loves you.
All of my contents now
Have been churned into dancing suns and moons.
Lean your sweet neck and mouth
Out of that dark nest where you hide,
I will pour effulgence into your mind.
You can find me rolling in the fields
They are exploding in
Of scents, of sounds - everything is
A brilliant colored nova on a stem.
Forest animals hear me laughing
And surrender their deepest instincts and fears,
They come charging into meadows
To lick my hands and face,
This makes me so happy,
I become so happy
That my rising wink turns into a magic baton.
When my soft-eyed creatures see that wonderful signal
We all burst into singing
And make strange and primal beautiful sounds!
My only regret in this world then becomes:
That your shyness keeps you from placing
Your starving body against God
And seeing the Beloved become so pleased
With your courage
That his belly begins to rock and rock,
Then more planets get to leap
Onto the welcome mat of existence
Of your previous love.
The Friend has turned my verse into sacred pollen.
When a breeze comes by
Falcons and butterflies
And playful gangs of young angels
Mounted on emerald spears
Take flight from me like a great sandstorm
That can blind you to all but the Truth!
Even if you have no net to catch Venus
My music will circle this earth for hundreds of years
And fall like resplendent debris,
Holy seed, onto a fertile woman.
Wants to help you laugh at your every
Wants you to know
Your life within God's arms,
Your dance within God's
(The Gift -- versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
And for those interested:
The whirling dervish is a mystical dancer who stands between the material and cosmic worlds. His dance is part of a sacred ceremony in which the dervish rotates in a precise rhythm. He represents the earth revolving on its axis while orbiting the sun. The purpose of the ritual whirling is for the dervish to empty himself of all distracting thoughts, placing him in trance; released from his body he conquers dizziness.