Poems

I dreamt I was born a girlLiving alone in the worldPassing the hours awayI looked into the face of sorrowTempted by the taste of tomorrowAnd the scent of yesterdayBut that was only the dream of a dreamThis world is not what it seemsWe are the wind that carries the seedsWe are the roots of the banyan treeWe are love offered on the wingThat stretches across eternityWe are recording life's symphonyWe are the silent awakeningWe are only a dream of a dreamThis world is not what it seemsWe are the win ......

There is a wonderful game we should play,And it goes like this:We hold hands and look into each other’s eyesAnd scan each other’s face.Then I say,“Now tell me a difference you see between us.”And you might respond,“Hafiz, your nose is ten times bigger than mine!”Then I would say,“Yes, my dear, almost ten times!”But let’s keep playing.Let’s go deeper,Go deeper.For if we do,Our spirits will embraceAnd interweave.Our union will be so gloriousThat even GodWill not be able to tell ......

On the day whenthe weight deadenson your shouldersand you stumble,may the clay danceto balance you.And when your eyesfreeze behindthe grey windowand the ghost of lossgets in to you,may a flock of colors,indigo, red, green,and azure bluecome to awaken in youa meadow of delight.When the canvas fraysin the currach of thoughtand a stain of oceanblackens beneath you,may there come across the watersa path of yellow moonlightto bring you safely home. May the nourishment of the earth be yours,may t ......

God speaks to each of us as he makes us,then walks with us silently out of the night.These are the words we dimly hear:You, sent out beyond your recall,go to the limits of your longing.Embody me.Flare up like a flameand make big shadows I can move in.Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.Just keep going. No feeling is final.Don't let yourself lose me.Nearby is the country they call life.You will know it by its seriousness.Give me your hand.~Rainer Maria Rilke (for my brother David) ......

I live my life in widening circlesthat reach out across the world.I may not complete this last onebut I give myself to it.I circle around God, around the primordial tower.I've been circling for thousands of yearsand I still don't know: am I a falcon,a storm, or a great song?~Rainer Maria Rilke (for my brother David)