Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Bedtime Poetry: I have learned so much... (Hafiz)

So much from God
That I can no longer

A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim
A Buddhist, a Jew.

The Truth has shared so much of itself
With me

That I can no longer call myself
A man, a woman, an angel
Or even pure

Love has
Befriended Hafiz so completely
It has turned to ash
And freed

Of every concept and image
My mind has ever known.

                              ~ Hafiz ~

             Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

Monday, February 18, 2013

Bedtime Poetry: Even after all this time... (Hafiz)

All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,

"You owe me."

What happens

With a love like that,

It lights the whole sky.

~ Hafiz ~

Monday, February 11, 2013

Bedtime Poetry: Live your way into the answer... (Rilke)

I beg you, to have patience with
everything unresolved in your heart
and to try to love the questions themselves,

as if they were locked rooms
or books written in a very foreign language.

Don't search for the answers,
which could not be given to you now,
because you would not be able to live them.

And the point is, to live everything.

Live the questions now.

Perhaps then, someday far in the future,
you will gradually,
without even noticing it,

live your way into the answer.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Bedtime Poetry: Busy as this day may be . . .


Busy as this day may be, there is a still-point within it.

As time runs by like a river racing to the sea,

the Spirit creates quiet pools, small islands,

spaces to break the single-minded movement.

Find one of these today

before you white water over rocks.

Even a small silence can calm your soul.

Sit in peace.

Close your eyes.


See how the water wears sunlight like diamonds,

shadows like a shawl.

 ~ Steven Charleston ~
From Hope As Old As Fire