“Why
Just ask the donkey in me
To speak to the donkey in you,
When I have so many other beautiful animals
And brilliant colored birds inside
That are longing to say something wonderful
And exciting to your heart?
Let's open all the locked doors upon our eyes
That keep us from knowing the Intelligence
That begets love
And a more lively and satisfying conversation
With the Friend.
Let's turn loose our golden falcons
So that they can meet in the sky
Where our spirits belong--
Necking like two
Hot kids.
Let's hold hands and get drunk near the sun
And sing sweet songs to God
Until He joins us with a few notes
From his own sublime lute and drum.
If you have a better idea
Of how to pass a lonely night
After your glands may have performed
All their little magic
Then speak up sweethearts, speak up,
For Hafiz and all the world will listen.
Why just bring your donkey to me
Asking for stale hay
And a boring conference with the idiot
In regards to this precious matter--
Such a precious matter as love,
When I have so many other divine animals
And brilliant colored birds inside
That are all longing
To so sweetly
Greet
You!”
― Hafez, The Gift

TEA AND ZEN
What is offered here is not doctrine, but balm — subtle, lived, ancestral… wisdom drawn from the dark waters and the sacred silence. A medicine of the soul. No belief system. No dogma. Only this: Love heals. And presence is the path. We are in a sacred hour — a thinning of veils, a return to the deep. This space is for that remembering.
What is offered here is not doctrine, but balm — subtle, lived, ancestral… wisdom drawn from the dark waters and the sacred silence. A medicine of the soul. No belief system. No dogma. Only this: Love heals. And presence is the path. We are in a sacred hour — a thinning of veils, a return to the deep. This space is for that remembering.Listen on
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