08 Thursday Jun 2017
Posted in From Hafiz, Love, Meditation, Muse, Nature, Violence, Yoga
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I wish you could spread
in that restless, vindictive,
ambling way —
to not be held back,
to spew spores whenever
someone tries to uproot you,
sloppy, lazy
enough to reproduce
anywhere.
How I wish you did.
It would all be so much easier
if you did.
———
Something along the lines of Hafiz.
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The meaning (I found) combined with the vibrant, no-nonsense language does seem very Hafiz-like to me. 🙂
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Indeed! We need more than careful work. We need to be reckless with spreading love around. (Thanks for imagining a connection to Hafiz with me. I humbly thank thee.)
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