Hafiz


And Applaud

Once a young man came to me and said,

“Dear Master,
I am feeling strong and brave today,
And I would like to know the truth
About all of my–attachments.”

And I replied,

“Attachments?
Attachments!

Sweet Heart,
Do you really want me to speak to you
About all your attachments,

When I can see so clearly
You have built, with so much care,
Such a great brothel
To house all of your pleasures.

You have even surrounded the whole damn place
With armed guards and vicious dogs
To protect your desires

So that you can sneak away
From time to time
And try to squeeze light
Into your parched being
From a source as fruitful
As a dried pit
That even a bird
Is wise enough to spit out.

Your attachments! My dear,
Let’s not speak of those,

For Hafiz understands the sufferings
Of your heart.

Hafiz knows
The torments and the agonies
every mind on the way to Annihilation in the Sun
Must endure.

So at night in my prayers I often stop
And ask a thousand angels to join in
And Applaud,

And Applaud
Anything,
Anything in this world
That can bring your heart comfort!”

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Leonard Nathan

“So?”

So you aren’t Tolstoy or St. Francis
or even a well-known singer
of popular songs and will never read Greek
or speak French fluently,
will never see something no one else
has seen before through a lens
or with the naked eye.

You’ve been given just the one life
in this world that matters
and upon which every other life
somehow depends as long as you live,
and also given the costly gifts of hunger,
choice, and pain with which to raise
a modest shrine to meaning.

Rumi


An Understanding of the Question

Why doesn’t a soul fly when it hears the call?
Fish on the beach always move toward the wave-sound.

A falcon hears the drum and brings the quarry home.
Why isn’t every dervish dancing in the sun?

You have escaped the cage. Your wings
are stretched out. Now, fly.

You have slept in sheds and out-buildings
so long you think you live there.

How many years, like children,
do we have to collect sticks and pieces
of broken pottery and pretend they’re valuable?

Leave childhood. Go to the banquet
of true human beings. Split open the cultural mould.
Put your head up out of the sack.

Hold this book in the air with your right hand.
Are you old enough to know right from left?

God said to clarity, Walk.
To death, Help them with discipline.

To the soul, Move into the invisible
and take what’s there.

Don’t sing the sadness anymore.
Call out that you have been given both
the answer and an understanding of the question.

 

 

*translated by Coleman Barks

Abraham Joshua Heschel

“Faith is not the clinging to a shrine but an endless pilgrimage of the heart.  Audacious longings, burning songs, daring thoughts, an impulse overwhelming the heart, usurping the mind- these are all a drive towards serving Him who rings our hearts like a bell. It is as if He were waiting to enter our empty, perishing lives.”