The earth braces itself for the feet
Of a Lover of God about to dance.

The sky becomes very timid
When a Great saint starts waving his arms
In joy,

For the sky knows its prized fixtures,
The sun, the moon and planets
Could all wind up
Rolling so wild on the floor!

My dear, this world, it's laws,
Our perceptions,
Are such a minute part of existence.

Should not all of our suffering and sadness
Be like this:

As just dropped from an infants palm
That is asleep against the breast
Of God?

The earth braces itself for the feet of Hafiz.
The sky pulls a mirror from its pocket
And is practicing looking
Coy,

For the beloved has at last
Opened His arms


~ Hafiz

"We are only a dream of a dream.
This world is not what it seems.
We are the wind, that carries the seed.
We are the roots of the banyan tree.
We are Love offered on a wing,
That stretches across Eternity.
We are recorded, like a symphony.
Silent Awakening"
~Tina Malia