i divide, in the sky, in the the seams, between the beams

 

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Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

When your truth forsakes its shyness, 
When your fears surrender to your strengths, 
You will begin to experience 
That all existence 
Is a teeming sea of infinite life. 

In a handful of ocean water
You could not count all the finely tuned
Musicians 
Who are acting stoned 
For very intelligent and sane reasons 
And of course are becoming extremely sweet 
And wild! 

In a handful of the sky and earth, 
In a handful of God, 
We cannot count 
All the ecstatic lovers who are dancing there 
Behind the mysterious veil. 

True art reveals there is no void 
Or darkness. 
There is no loneliness to the clear-eyed mystic 
In this luminous, brimming 
Playful world. 


—Hafiz

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