"Those who love you know your song, and they sing it to you when you have forgotten its vibration. Those who love you do not care about the dark and ugly things you sometimes become. They hear the beauty of your song. They remember your light and know the sweetness within you".

Takatoka

When the mind sheds it's desires, 

it feels the sweetness of peace and bliss descend over it,

as if it were the lustrous moon in the heavens.

Yoga Vashishta

Less is ............MORE

Hafiz came over last night,
while you were napping...

We

 danced 

Under a big Mango tree.
As I was twirling ecstatically ,

He said,

"Crazy Boy!"

"SIMPLIFY!!!"

"Less is  MORE "!!!

"Less  Desire,
Less Worry,

Less  Attachment,
Less  Possessions"

MORE

Freedom,

MORE

Light,

MORE

LOVE !!!



As I spun around to Thank him...
Hafiz took a Ripe Mango 
And hit me,
right between the eyes...
Boom!

When I woke up this morning,
in the gentle rain
under that Old Mango Tree

Hafiz had already left,

He had left me 
sleeping soundly
in the cool mud,
covered in sweet mango juice...

One of his wild ducks was still

 nibbling nectar off of my left ear...

"Hey YOU Crazy Duck", I yelled
  "I need that Ear!"

As I rubbed the bruise between my eyes

I realized 

I had

Never 

Slept better.... 

Narayan

       

                                                  



            

Your Shape of Laughter

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 -

And Hafiz will spin you into
LOVE.


Hafiz

Oh Death, 

Take away this body if you please, I care not. 

I have enough bodies to use. 

I can wear those silver threads, 
the beams of the Moon and I live.

I can roam as a divine minstrel putting on the guise of hilly streams and mountain brooks. 

I can dance in the waves of the sea. 

I am the breeze that proudly walks and I am the wind inebriated. 

All these shapes of mine are wandering shapes of change. 

I came down from yonder hills, raised the dead, awakened the sleeping, unveiled the fair faces of some and wiped away the tears of a few weeping ones. 

The banyan and the rose both I saw and I comforted them.

I touched this, I touched that,

I doff my hat and off I am. 

Here I go, 
There I go , 
None can find me.


Swami Rama Tirtha
Poem found on
Swami Ram Tirtha's desk
Written just before leaving for his last morning bath in the Ganges
Taking Final Samadhi in 1906 at the age of 33 yrs.

That Sounds Wonderful

Good Poetry

Makes a beautiful naked woman

Materialize from 

Words,

Who then says,

With a sword precariously waving

In her hands,

"If you look at my loins

I will cut off your head,

And reach down and grab your spirit

By it's private parts,

And carry you off to heaven

Squealing in joy."

Hafiz says,

"That sounds wonderful, just 

Wonderful.

Someone please-start writing

Some great

Lines."

Hafiz

Rain

I ran in the rain
Down to the mango grove tonight
Where we used to twirl together
And you had already left.
All that remained
were your footprints
Still fresh in the hardened mud
Of those favorite stomping grounds.
There were still a few ducks
Resting under
Our favorite Mango tree,
The One
Where I  found you
Lost in ecstasy.
The ducks were very clear
Tonight
when I asked why you had left,
Despite the quick retreat,
They said you were still dancing
as you went away
and you were soft and gentle when you said,
"I have many important things to do for now,
but tell him I'll be back someday soon."
Then,

You kissed each one
upon their heads
and  climbed onto
a fortunate tree,
embraced the bark
for quite some time and
then smiled and said
Goodbye with great affection,
before twirling off
in your sweet new found direction.
I wish I was there
when you had left
to gently take the leaves
out from your hair,
and say a long goodbye.
(And to tell you how much you  mean to me).
Of course I know
you are always here,
right within my heart
and I trust the ducks
when they say you are still twirling.

So,  
Dear One,
I bow my head
to your muddy feet, 
and hope someday,
we can dance together
again

in the mud and rain.




Narayan