Hafiz of the day


It used to be
that when I would wake in the morning
I could with confidence say,
”What am ’I’ going to Do?”

That was before the seed cracked open.

Now Hafiz is certain:

There are two of us housed in this body,

doing the shopping together in the market and
tickling each other
while fixing the evening’s food.

Now when I awake
all the internal instruments play the same music:

”God, what love-mischief can ’We’ do
for the world today?”

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