Power of Poetry and Rest – Hafiz

“Just sit there right now

Don’t do a thing

Just rest.

For your separating from God,

From love,

Is the hardest work

In this

World.

Let me bring you trays of food

And something

That you like to

Drink.

You can use my soft words

As a cushion

For your

Head.”

(The Gift, pg. 183)

These days have been heavy. Many tears. I feel I’m in an existential growth spurt – and these are always the toughest to be gentle to myself through. And so I’ve been reading poetry, meditating, writing in my journal (24 pages yesterday), conferring with the wise, and giving myself the space to ‘not know’.

Reading poetry is calming my soul. Pulling down all the edges that are furling up and wanting to tear. Thank you poets. Old and new. Alive and dead. The world needs more poetry! And more people to read it. This holiday season – give the gift of poetry, okay?

Namaste. The light in me honours the light in you.