If I want to keep something or someone at arm’s length, all I have to do is analyze, intellectualize, rationalize. But if I want to know it or her or him then I follow the advice of Hafiz.
You need to become a pen
In the Sun´s hand.
We need for the earth to sing
Through our pores and eyes.
The body will again become restless
Until your soul paints all its beauty
Upon the sky.
Don´t tell me, dear ones,
That what Hafiz says is not true,
For when the heart tastes its glorious destiny
And you awake to our constant need
for your love
God´s lute will beg
For your hands.
While in Savannah this last time, I was enamored with the sun. Dappled light, clear light, magic evening light. Here’s what I saw.