Hafiz, “This Place Where You Are Right Now”

I could tell you a priceless secret about

Your real worth, dear pilgrim,

But any unkindness to yourself,

Any confusion about others,
 
Will keep one 

From accepting the grace, the love,

The sublime freedom

Divine knowledge always offers to you.

Missing You

The Sky's Sheets

When He touches me I clutch the sky’s sheets,

the way other 

lovers 

do

the earth’s weave

of clay.

Any real ecstasy is a sign 

you are moving 

in the right

direction,

don’t let any prude tell

you otherwise.

~ St. Teresa of Avila

Lilacs in May

                                                             

“‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,’—that is all

Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”

—John Keats