What
Is the
Root of all these
Words?
One thing: love.
But a love so deep and sweet
It needed to express itself
With scents, sounds, colors
That never before
Existed.
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )
‘I wish I could show you,
When you are lonely or in darkness,
The Astonishing Light Of your own Being”
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )
“This
Path to God
Made me such an old sweet beggar.
I was starving until one night
My love tricked God Himself
To fall into my bowl.
Now Hafiz is infintely rich,
But all I ever want to do
Is keep emptying out
My emerald-filled
Pockets
Upon
This tear-stained
World.”
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )
― حافظ, The Subject Tonight Is Love: 60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz
What
Do sad people have in
Common?
It seems
They have all built a shrine
To the past
And often go there
And do a strange wail and
Worship.
What is the beginning of
Happiness?
It is to stop being
So religious
Like That.
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )(“The Gift” – versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky)
I caught the happiness virus last night
When I was out singing beneath the stars.
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )
Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor:
hold us upside down
and
shake all the nonsense out.
― شمس الدین محمد حافظ /
Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez,
(1325 – 1389 )
Fragrant Breeze 