Forgiveness Is The Cash
Forgiveness Is The Cash
Forgiveness
Is the cash you need.
All the other kinds of silver really buy .. Just strange things.
Everything has its music.
Everything has genes of God inside.
But learn from those courageous addicted lovers
Of glands and opium and gold
Look,
They cannot jump high or laugh long
When they are whirling.
And the moon and the stars become sad
When their tender light is used for
Night wars.
Forgiveness is part of the treasure you need
To craft your falcon wings
And return
To your true realm of
Divine freedom.
(The Subj… Is Love vers D. Ladi)
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Get the Blame Straight
Understanding the physics of God,
His Indivisible Nature,
Makes every universe and atom confess:
I am just a helpless puppet that cannot dance
Without the movement of His hand.
Dear ones,
This curriculum tonight is for the advanced
And will
Get all the blame straight,
End the mental
Lawsuits
That
Clog
The
Brain -
Hallelujah Baby!
("The Gift" - versD. Ladinsky)
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GOD'S BUCKET
If this world
Was not held in God's bucket
How could an ocean stand upside down
On its head and never lose a drop?
If your life was not contained in God's cup
How could you be so brave and laugh,
Dance in the face of death?
Hafiz,
There is a private chamber in the soul
That knows a great secret
Of which no tongue can speak.
Your existence my dear, O love my dear,
Has been sealed and marked
"Too sacred," "too sacred," by the Beloved -
To ever end!
Indeed God
Has written a thousand promises
All over your heart
That say,
Life, life, life,
Is far too sacred to
Ever end.
("The Gift" D. Ladinsky)
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GREETING GOD
I hear
The nightingale greeting
God.
I hear
The rain speaking to the roof
Of my heart.
Like a winter blanket of snow gently
Tucking in the earth
I let a great yearning within my ken
Lay down next
To Him.
I hear
A sorrowful lover being true
No matter what, even if the Beloved seems
Cruel.
Tonight
There is a jeweled falcon singing in a
Blessed pain using the tongue
Of
Hafiz.
("The Gift" - vers D. Ladinsky)
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HIS WINTER CROP
I have .. Seen You heal
A hundred deep wounds with one glance
From Your spectacular eyes,
While your hands, beneath the table,
Pour large bags of salt into the heart-gashes
Of Your most loyal servants.
Dear world, I can offer
An intelligent explanation
For our suffering,
But I hope it really makes sense
To no one here,
And come morning,
You are again at God's door
With ax and pickets,
Eloquent petitions and complaints.
Think of suffering as being washed.
That is to say,
Hafiz, you are often completely soaked
And dripping.
The only advantage I can see in this
In the Friend's long-range plan
Is that when the Beloved bursts
Into ecstatic flames
This whole world will not turn into
A bright oil wick all at once,
When divine ash,
And ruin His … Winter Crop.
("The Gift" – vers D. Ladinsky)