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Things Are Such
01:22
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Things are such, that someone lifting a cup,
or watching the rain, or petting a dog,
or singing, just singing—could be doing as
much for this universe as anyone.
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Like the way the valleys of the earth cup their
hands for light and drink,
like the way the desert opens up its sweet mouth and laughs when someone melts pearls in the sky,
and rain, rain returns like a divine lover with a
hundred wonderful gifts.
O, the words from the true Teacher bring my
mind and cells such sacred nourishment and life.
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Absolutely Clear
01:19
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Don't surrender your loneliness so quickly.
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you as few human
or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight has
made my eyes so soft, my voice so tender,
my need of God absolutely clear.
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I Saw You Dancing
01:53
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I saw you dancing last night on the roof of
your house all alone. I felt your heart calling
for the friend.
I saw you whirling beneath the soft bright rose
that hung from an invisible stem in the sky.
So I began to change into my best clothes in
hopes of joining you, even though I live a
thousand miles away.
And if you had spun like an immaculate sphere
just two more times, then bowed again so
sweetly to the east,
You would have found God and me standing so
near, and lifting you into our arms.
I saw you dancing last night near the roof of
this world. Hafiz feels your soul in mine, calling
for our Beloved.
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The Sandalwood Tree
01:40
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The sandalwood tree shares its lovely scent
with any who come near. God is like that.
Does the tree ever think to itself, I am not going
to offer my fragrance to that man over there
because of what he did last night,
or to that woman who neglected her child, or
because of what we, we might have ever done?
It is not the way of God to hoard. He is simply
just there, emanating freely what He is, if we
wish to grab a handful, or fill the basket in the
eye.
Don't hold back, have no reservations, take full
advantage of His attributes, exploit His nature
and that tender part of His soul.
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Troubled?
01:02
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Troubled? Then stay with me, for I am not.
Lonely? A thousand naked amorous ones
dwell in ancient caves beneath my eyelids.
Riches? Here’s a pick. My whole body is an
emerald that begs, “Take me.”
Write all that worries you on a piece of
parchment; offer it to God.
Even from the distance of a millennium, I
can lean the flame in my heart into your life
and turn all that frightens you into holy
incense ash.
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Concepts, A Jar We Break
01:29
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Anxious to see you, I died to the world.
Hearing your voice at the city’s edge, at the
horizon of form and space,
how could I then notice anything hands made;
how could I adore or suffer time?
Anxious to hold you, I forgot myself completely
but you did not care about the way I came to
look; I mean your shape and mine, what were
those?—
the seed husk that falls, because it could not
contain our mingled feet.
Anxious to see you, our souls became your
glory, our eyes became your fire.
All concepts of God are like a jar we break,
because only the infinite can contain our
perfect love.
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I know the way you can get when you have not
had a drink of Love.
Your face hardens, your sweet muscles cramp.
Children become concerned about a strange look
that appears in your eyes, which even begins to
worry your own mirror and nose.
Squirrels and birds sense your sadness and call
an important conference in a tall tree.
They decide which secret code to chant to help
your mind and soul.
Even angels fear that brand of madness that arrays
itself against the world and throws sharp stones
and spears into the innocent and into one’s self.
O, I know the way you can get if you have not
been out drinking Love:
You might rip apart every sentence your friends
and teachers say, looking for hidden clauses.
You might weigh every word on a scale like a
dead fish.
You might pull out a ruler to measure, from every
angle in your darkness, the beautiful dimensions
of a heart you once trusted.
I know the way you can get if you have not had
a drink of from Love’s hands.
That is why all the Great Ones speak of the vital
need to keep remembering God,
so you will come to know and see Him as being
so playful and wanting, just wanting to help.
That is why Hafiz says: bring your cup near me,
for I am a sweet old vagabond, with an infinite
leaking barrel of light and laughter and truth that
the Beloved has tied to my back.
Dear one, indeed, please bring your heart near
me. For all I care about is quenching your thirst
for freedom!
All a sane man can ever care about is giving Love!
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We Are Like Lutes
01:16
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We are like lutes once held by God.
Being away from His warm body
fully explains our constant yearning.
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When The Violin
01:34
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When the violin can forgive the past, it
starts singing.
When the violin can stop worrying about
the future, you will become such a drunk
laughing nuisance
that God will then lean down and start
combing you into His hair.
When the violin can forgive every wound
caused by others, your soul, your soul
will start singing.
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Their Secret Was
01:42
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A couple used to come see me once in a while.
Among the many I knew who were together,
they appeared the most happy.
One day I said to them, “What advice could you
offer to other sweethearts that might help them
achieve the grace you have found?”
And the young woman blushed and so did her
partner; so I did not press them to answer.
But I knew, i knew.
Their secret was this: That once every day, for
an hour, they treated each other as if they were
gods and would with all their heart, do anything,
anything their beloved desired.
Sometimes that just meant holding hands and
walking in the hills or a forest that renewed their
souls.
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Beautiful Face
01:19
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We just naturally turn toward her loveliness.
The clouds may gather in the sky in a graceful
manner that lifts our gaze to them.
Something we see there may touch us for a
few moments, in a way we so needed.
Words in a poem can be like this: causing
formations, images in your mind. that can
create chemical synergies,
that so elevate vision—the single eye gets
ignited,
and the light, the beautiful face, the exquisite
One, that was hidden, is revealed.
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The Way Wings Should
01:16
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What will our children do in the morning?
Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play,
the way wings should?
Will they have dreamed the needed flights and
gathered the strength from the planets that all
men and women need
to balance the wonderful charms of the earth,
so that her power and beauty does not make
us forget our own?
I know all about the ways of the heart—how it
wants to be alive.
Love so needs to love, that it will endure almost
anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment.
But the sky’s mouth is kind, its song will never
hurt you, for I sing those words.
What will our children do in the morning if they
do not see us fly?
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Listen—listen more carefully to what is around
you, right now.
In my world there are the bells from the clanks
of the morning milk drums,
and a wagon wheel outside my window just hit
a bump which turned into an ecstatic chorus
of the Beloved’s Name.
There is the Prayer Call, rising up like the sun
out of the mouths of a thousand birds.
There is an astonishing vastness of movement
and life emanating sound and light from my
folded hands, and my even quieter simple being
and heart.
My dear, is it true that your mind is sometimes
like a battering ram, running all through the city
shouting so madly inside and out about the ten
thousand things that do not matter?
Hafiz, too, for many years beat his head in
youth and thought himself at a great distance,
far from and armistice with God.
But that is why this scarred old pilgrim has
become such a sweet rare vintage who weeps
and sings for you.
That is why Hafiz will forever in his verse play
his cymbal and call to you.
O listen—listen more carefully to what is inside
of you right now.
In my world all that remains is the wondrous
call to dance and prayer rising up like a thousand
suns ... out of the mouth of a single bird.
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I would give my life for this: for one line of verse so
rich, and full of salvation, thousands would remember
it as if it were their own name.
And if they, or a cherished one, were ever in trouble,
on the verge of collapse from loneliness, grief or
despair, they could just recite it, with whatever strength
they had left.
Then God, no matter how shy He was feeling that day,
would reveal Himself, for at least a moment, and that
would be all that was needed—a second of truly seeing
Him,
which is the most many in this life might come to know.
He might even tickle you then, just to make certain He
wasn’t a mirage, and on a spot that would surely alter
your mood.
Would not that be all that was needed for one to gain
some courage and take a stand and move on with
some zest? Yes, a line so exquisite it would be passed from eye to
eye, hand to hand, flute to drum, generation to generation,
language to language, speech to song.
Thankfulness . . . falling to your knees. Maybe something
I already wrote with Sham’s pen contains light from that
Sun that will forever yield His comforting scent,
bring about such insight, you too will discover . . . your
own holiness. Yes! I would trade my life for that, for one
line of verse so beautiful, so beautiful and giving.
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Perfect Equanimity
01:44
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Look how a mirror will reflect with perfect equanimity
all actions before it.
There is no act in this world that will ever cause the
mirror to look away. There is no act in this world that
will ever make the mirror say, “no.”
The mirror, like perfect love, will just keep giving of
itself to all before it.
How did the mirror ever get like that, so polite, so
grand, so compassionate? It watched the Eternal.
It studied the Eternal.
Yes, the mirror remembers the Beloved looking into
itself as the Beloved shaped existence’s heart and the
mirror’s soul.
My eye has the nature of God. Hafiz looks upon all
with perfect equanimity as do my words, dear.
My poems will never tell you no, because the mirror is
not like that,
and if God ever hits you with a don’t, He has His fingers
crossed. He is just fibbing for your own good.
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I Write of That Journey
01:45
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I remember how my mother would hold me. I
would look up at her sometimes and see her weep.
I understand now what was happening. Love so
strong a force it broke the cage, and she disappeared from everything for a blessed moment.
All actions have evolved from the taste of flight; the
hope of freedom moves our cells and limbs.
Unable to live on the earth, Mira ventured out alone in the sky. I write of that journey of becoming as free as God.
Don’t forget love. How can you? For it will bring about all the divine madness you need to hurl yourself across the universe.
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This place where you are right now, God circled
on a map for you.
Wherever your eyes and arms and heart can move
against the earth and sky, the Beloved has bowed
there,
our Beloved has bowed there, knowing you were
coming.
I could tell you a priceless secret about your real
worth, dear pilgrim,
but any unkindness to yourself, any confusion about
others, will keep one from accepting the grace,
the love, the sublime freedom Divine Knowledge
always offers you.
Never mind, Hafiz, about the great requirements
this path demands of the wayfarers,
for your soul is too full of wine tonight to withhold
the wondrous truth from this world. But because
I am so clever and generous,
I have already clearly woven a resplendent lock of
His tresses as a remarkable gift in this verse for you.
This place where you are right now, God circled on
a map. And wherever, darling, you can move against
this earth and sky, the Beloved has bowed there,
knowing, knowing you were coming.
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First, the fish needs to say, “Something
ain’t right about this camel ride,
and
I’m feeling
so
damn
t
h
i
r
s
t
y
!
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20. |
The Happy Virus
00:33
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I caught the happy virus last night when
I was out crooning beneath the stars.
it is remarkably contagious, so KISS ME!
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It is a holy man, a good poem, and a holy
woman; and a temple and a mosque and a
shrine.
Have you not been looking for a companion
like that? For a place of such great refuge,
where time asks nothing of you, where you
can come and go as you please, where you
basically control all the rules because your
inherent wisdom knows best.
And you don’t have to give up any pleasures
that might still be working, adding color to
your cheeks.
There is nothing you touch that you hope
won’t fit into a puzzle you are seriously
working on.
I know how the eye works, what its primary
desire and impetus is: to lay its gaze upon
the beautiful, and for beauty to wink back.
The eye, like every part of you, is governed
by your great and continual primal instinctive
need to feel whole and able.
Able to work and learn and give and play—
and love and love. Who would deny that?
It is a holy woman, a decent poem, and a
holy man; and a temple and a mosque and a
shrine.
Carry any relics from my words that you can.
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Mount Sinai
01:04
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Cleanliness and being well mannered would
make you suspect in some circles I travel in.
Clothes that aren’t soiled and smell too sweet,
what do they know about rolling around the
ground in ecstasy?
Love inspired Mount Sinai to become a pillar
capable of holding up the impetus of all desire.
You have seen how a carpet is beaten to remove
the dirt.
Go to someone who has the power to hold you
upside-down, or turn you inside-out and club all
your hidden arrogance to death. That will help
your sadness to die.
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I Cherish Your Ears
02:29
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Dear pilgrim, I love your shoes, your coat,
your pants, your hat, your furry head,
your cup, your bowl, your messy closets,
and most of all—I cherish your cute ears.
Why? Don’t ask! Just speak what you love
about me.
Come closer if you are feeling a little timid
today, or dense, because surely you would
find something very endearing about Hafiz.
Then we can pass many years talking so
silly, like two highly advanced aspirants—
like two emancipated holy vagrants who are
sharing His Bottle of Truth,
and feeling so damn good, and drunk, and
free, and freeeeeeeeeeeee!
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24. |
I Guess You Won't Mind
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Great lions can find peace in a cage. But we
should only do that as a last resort.
So those bars I see that restrain your wings,
I guess you won’t mind if I pry
them
O
P
E
N
.
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O Hafiz, sing to us tonight, for so many hearts
are wounded from passing through this world,
and who knows . . . how many times?
Let the soul of light caress our bodies—and
the river's and field's—and the sky's! Show us
their open arms that always want to give.
Reveal the mountains dance so we cannot resist
to join in. Make the earth's divine gravity draw us
also into a sacred whirl.
Impart the knowledge to us that God does to the
angels, so that we, like them, become radiant,
radiant with love.
O Hafiz, O dear Rumi . . . heaven has entered
your sounds. So sing to us dear ones. O sing,
sing to us tonight.
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Lama Foundation Taos, New Mexico
Lama Foundation is a spiritual community, educational facility, and retreat center. The birth place of "Be Here Now," by Ram
Dass, and final resting place to Murshid Samuel Lewis, creator of the Dances of Universal Peace. Lama lies north of the town of Taos, New Mexico.
Designed to embrace all spiritual traditions, thousands of pilgrims from nearly all religious heritages have called Lama home.
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