For a while
The eagle in flight might say,
'Look dear, I am home
Space is no longer being rationed.'
For a while you might feel
I am complete,
When the touch from another upon certain
Of your fields
Has the power to dissolve all that
Wholeness, I think
Draws its life somewhere where the breathing
Somewhere where the mind cradles light,
Where the only senses that remain
Blush and stumble
If they try to speak with our language so new
It is still trying to Invent,
Its first intelligible sound,
Still sculpting its first true image of
From "The Gift" by Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky
(WHEN SPACE IS NOT RATIONED)
"Who can believe the divine kindness of God?
Who can comprehend what happens when
Because of my union with Reality,
Whenever I hear a story of one of His prophets
Having come into this world,
I know I was a tree that stood near,
Leaned down and took notes.
I know I was the earth that measured the infinite
Arch in His feet.
I know I was the water,
I know I was the food and water that nourished Him -
That went into our Beloved's mouth.
If it is in your wish, you will someday see
You sat inside of Hafiz
And it was with the lyre you gave me
We sang of truth and the sublime intimacy:
'I know I was the water
That quenched the Christ's thirst.
I know I Am the food and water that goes
(Hafiz. "The Gift: Poems by Hafiz - the Great Sufi Master".