Let my words become like a skilled
Potter's hands,
Quieting,
Smoothing your life
With their knowledge,
Reaching into your tender core
And spreading you out like the morning
That leaps from the sun's amused wink
Onto hills, brows and the backs of so many
Beautiful laboring beasts.
God's duty is to make perfect
All your movements of mind, of limb,
And your ascending shape of laughter.
Watch the way my hands dance
With their diamond-edged brilliance
Cutting you open with music,
Reaching into your heart
And spilling the night sky-jar you carry
That is always full of giggling planets and stars.
My words are a divine potter's wheel.
If you stay near me,
Please stay near to me -
LOVE.
Hafiz
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