After not much sleep last night (wrote all night, after 4 hrs of sleep from 8pm – 12pm), here it is now Saturday afternoon. I’m listening to Yo-Yo Ma play Christmas Carols and other fun tunes. What a brilliant musician. And what the heck, who says that Xmas carols are reserved only to the Christmas shopping season? ;~)
My friend Julie Gabriella was going to come over and help me pack up some corners of my basement today. And I never got the email. Oh, well. There is a black hole where my emails go at times, and I have yet to shed light on it’s location.
So I called her back to find out what time she thought we were starting, and to honestly ask her to consider putting it off for another weekend. I’m too pooped. And when I got her on the phone, she was in the basetub, soaking. On a June Saturday am, no less. I thought that was fantastic. So we talked for a bit and then she offered to recite a poem for me. And this below is what she said to me, memorized from the bathtub. I was speechless crying silently as she started to get into the third or fourth stanza.
Surely there is a powerful God and Earth Mother energy helping me out these days… surely. I know They are there… and I do so love them back.
I told her when she was finished… I could barely talk… but I told her that she had no idea how perfect this poem was for me. Right now. This day.
I Know The Way You Can Get
I know the way you can get
When you have not had a drink of Love:
Your face hardens,
Your sweet muscles cramp.
Children become concerned
About a strange look that appears in your eyes
Which even begins to worry your own mirror
Squirrels and birds sense your sadness
And call an important conference in a tall tree.
They decide which secret code to chant
To help your mind and soul.
Even angels fear that brand of madness
That arrays itself against the world
And throws sharp stones and spears into
And into one’s self.
O I know the way you can get
If you have not been out drinking Love:
You might rip apart
Every sentence your friends and teachers say,
Looking for hidden clauses.
You might weigh every word on a scale
Like a dead fish.
You might pull out a ruler to measure
From every angle in your darkness
The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once
I know the way you can get
If you have not had a drink from Love’s
That is why all the Great Ones speak of
The vital need
To keep remembering God,
So you will come to know and see Him
As being so Playful
Just Wanting to help.
That is why Hafiz says:
Bring your cup near me.
For I am a sweet old vagabond
with an infinite leaking barrel
of Light and Laughter and Truth.
that the Beloved has tied to my back.
Dear one, indeed,
Please bring your heart near me.
For all I care about
Is quenching your thirst for freedom!
All a Sane man can ever care about
Is giving Love!
From: ‘I Heard God Laughing – Renderings of Hafiz’
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky
Found on http://peacefulrivers.homestead.com/Hafiz.html (with missing lines added from Robert Holden’s reading on “Saved By a Poem” CD)