Tuesday, July 18, 2017

as light pours like rain





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Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?
Who finds us here circling, bewitched, like atoms?

—Rumi




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God
pours light
into every cup,
quenching darkness.
The proudly pious
stuff their cups with parchment
and critique the taste of ink
while God pours light

and the trees lift their limbs
without worry of redemption,
every blossom a chalice.

Hafiz, seduce those withered souls
with words that wet their parched lips

as light
pours like rain
into every empty cup
set adrift on the Infinite Ocean.


–Hafiz










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