THE SEED CRACKED OPEN
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?”
