Thursday, February 24, 2011

a potted plant

I pull a sun from my coin purse each day.
And at night I let my pet the moon
run freely into the sky meadow.

If I whistled,
she would turn her head and look at me.
If I then waved my arms,
she would come back wagging a marvelous tail
of stars.

There are always a few men like me
in this world
who are house-sitting for God.

We share His royal duties:
I water each day a favorite potted plant
of His--
this earth.

Ask the Friend for love.
Ask Him again.

For I have learned that every heart will get
what it prays for
most.



taken from Hafiz's "The Subject Tonight Is Love"
translated by Daniel Ladinsky

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