Human loneliness is actually God's loneliness.

 

I am like an addict

In my longing for a sublime state,

For that ground of Conscious Nothing

Where the Rose ever

Blooms 

. . . Now that the heart has held

That which can never be touched

My subsistence is a blessed 

Desolation

And from that I cry for more loneliness.

 

I am lonely.

I am so lonely, dear Beloved,

For the quintessence of

Loneliness,

For what is more alone than God?

Hafiz

Photo: Sunset on the Loch, Rocky Mountain National Park, CO, March 10, 2012

Enjoy the night of this life as much as you can, for the daylight Sun will eventually turn you back into Spirit

 

It rained during the night

And two puddles formed in the dark

They began chatting.

One said,

"It is so nice to at last be upon this earth

And to meet you as well,

But what will happen when

The brilliant Sun comes

And turns us back into spirit again?

Dear ones,

Enjoy the night as much as you can.

Why ever trouble your heart with flight,

When you have just arrived

And your body is so full of warm desires?

Hafiz

Photo: Frozen puddles, Needles District, Canyonlands National Park, UT, November 25, 2010

God's eyes are painting fields again

 

The sun's eyes are painting fields again.

 Its lashes with expert strokes

Are sweeping across the land

 A great palette of light has embraced

This earth . . .

God's eyes are painting fields again . . .

Hafiz

14th century

I am because You look at me . . .

Life eternal is nothing other than that blessed regard

with which You never cease

most lovingly to behold me . . .

With You, to behold is to give life . . .

 Feed me with Your gaze, O Lord . . .

For with You to see is to cause.

Nicholas of Cusa

15th century

To sit and look at light-filled leaves

May let us see, or seem to see . . .

Time when the Maker's radiant sight

Made radiant every thing He saw,

And every thing He saw was filled

With perfect joy and life and light.

Wendell Berry

Photo:  Feathery Mountain-mahogany seeds glow silver in last light, Lory State Park, CO, February 21, 2012

The great world religions are like ships, and every sane person eventually jumps overboard into the lifeboat of poetry.

 

The 

Great religions are the

Ships,

Poets the life

Boats.

Every sane person I know has jumped

Overboard.

That is good for [the poetry] business

Isn't it

Hafiz?

Hafiz, 14th century

Photo: Trinidad Harbor, CA, July 31, 2011

Throwing Things at God

 

All day long

The earth shouts

"Gee, thanks."

Such an exuberant gee,

It starts throwing

Things

As if God were passing by in a parade encouraging

Rowdy behavior

By looking so beautiful -

That a whole avalanche of mania swoops in!

I like this idea of throwing thing at God,

And especially - His making us rowdy!

Thus, as soon as Hafiz is out of bed

I start stuffing large sacks

With old shoes, cucumbers,

And

Prayers

[To throw]

For the upcoming

Consecrated

Free-for-all -

And who knows 

What else.

Hafiz

14th century

Photo: A rowdy wind tossing snow crystals around; Rocky Mountain National Park, CO, February 24, 2012

A love unconcerned with reciprocity never says "You owe me!"

 

Even

After

All this time

The sun never says to the earth,

"You owe 

Me."

Look

What happens

With a love like that,

It lights the

Whole

Sky

Hafiz, 14th century

Photo: Sunrise near Craters of the Moon, ID, August 7, 2011