Hafiz and Yo-Yo Ma

Yo-Yo Ma c/o the BSO website

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?  ;~)

Not me.

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

And nose.

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

The innocent

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

And Wanting,

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)

About Mare Cromwell

Referred to as “The Voice of Earth Mother” by a gifted Shoshone elder, Mare Cromwell is a multi-award-winning author, Medicine woman/Lightworker and healer. She has also been told by another gifted elder that her work with Earth Mother is in the prophecies. Her books include: "The Great Mother Bible"; "Messages from Mother.... Earth Mother"; and "If I gave you God’s phone number.... Searching for Spirituality in America". She has studied with Native American teachers for twenty-two years and sat on the World Council for Wisdom Gatherings for three years. Mare leads workshops on our Sacred Planet-Earth Mother, Womb Wisdom and Sacred Silliness and more. She is the visionary and producer of the 1000 Goddesses Gathering in Washington DC. Mare loves to be involved in Ceremony. She is also a former worm herder. She calls Western Maryland home. www.marecromwell.com
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