I was reading this morning that most brilliant Persian poet and seer, Hafiz, calling from the 14th Century, his great lessons for us all. Love Susie x
Out of the Mouths of a Thousand Birds
Hafiz, too, for many years beat his head in youth and thought
himself at a great distance, far from an armistice with God.
But that is why this scarred old pilgrim has become such a sweet rare vintage who weeps and plays a drum for you.
That is why Hafiz will forever in his verse play his cymbal and sing to you.
O listen, O listen more carefully to what is around you right now.
In my world all that remains is the wondrous call to dance and to prayer
Rising up like a thousand suns, out of the mouth of a single bird.