Once upon a time I didn’t have time for poetry. Poetry didn’t speak to me, I didn’t get it.

I was young, pretty and busy falling down and getting up. I was living paycheck to paycheck and had ZERO time for Divinity.

Except when I needed something really bad, like money.

Then I would build an altar, light a candle, get on my knees and DEMAND the presence of GOD.

The Divine would show up for me deliver what I needed in and I would move on.

Then I found myself in my 30’s, on a HEAVY duty real deal healing journey where my HEART would eventually open.

Then Poetry, God and all things truly Divine would become REAL.

Symbols and metaphor JUMP off the pages, the sacred words open my heart.

The following piece by Hafiz was shared with me at the perfect time. Maybe today is the perfect time for you to read it too?

Please enjoy…

Tired of Speaking Sweetly, by Hafiz

Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,

Break all our teacup talk of God.

If you had the courage and

Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,

He would just drag you around the room

By your hair,

Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world

That bring you no joy.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly

And wants to rip to shreds

All your erroneous notions of truth

That make you fight within yourself, dear one,

And with others,

Causing the world to weep

On too many fine days.

God wants to manhandle us,

Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself

And practice His dropkick.

The Beloved sometimes wants

To do us a great favor:

Hold us upside down

And shake all the nonsense out.

But when we hear

He is in such a “playful drunken mood”

Most everyone I know

Quickly packs their bags and hightails it

Out of town.

From: ‘The Gift’

Love, Love and MORE LOVE to you today and everyday,

xo_heather