My friend Neda and Pouya are having a Poetry Night at their home..this week and the theme is Persia Poetry and we are having Persian Food and Music and we are going to read and talk about Hafiz and Rumi poetry…..which to me is some of the greatest and simplest …concentrated heart syrup that has ever been gifted to us :)))))
Here’s a poem and a lil story from Hafiz:
With That Moon Language
Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to
them, “Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise
someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us
Why not become the one who lives with a full
moon in each eye that is always saying,
with that sweet moon language, what every other
eye in this world is dying to hear?
*Story About Hafiz
Once a young woman came to Hafiz and said, “What is the sign of someone knowing God?” And Hafiz became very quiet, and stood in silence for nearly a minute… lovingly looking deep into the young woman’s eye, then softly spoke,”My dear, they have dropped the knife. The person who knows God has dropped the cruel knife most so often use upon their tender self – and others.”