The Seed Cracked Open

It used to be

That when I would wake in the morning

I could with confidence say,

”What am ‘I’ going to

Do?”

 

That was before the seed

Cracked open.

 

Now Hafiz is certain:

 

There are two of us housed

In this body,

Doing the shopping together in the market and

Tickling each other

While fixing the evening’s food.

 

Now when I awake

All the internal instruments play the same music:

 

”God, what love-mischief can ‘We’ do

For the world

Today?”

 

Another gem from ‘The Gift – Poems By Hafiz, Tranlsations by Daniel Ladinsky.

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