Love Note: Out of the Mouths of a Thousand Birds

Hello Dear Ones-

Sometimes I open the windows in my kitchen at night to let the cool night air grace the space that had been warmed earlier that day by the summer’s heat. In the morning it is a delight to enter this space which, in early morning hours, is additionally graced with birdsong, the window’s screen no barrier for this bit of heaven that floats in to begin my day.

I hope each of us is able to make space in our lives by opening the windows of our soul so that, like Hafiz, we can hear the wondrous call to dance and prayer.

Sending each of you hope for peace, as well as sending you love,

Out of the Mouths of a Thousand Birds

Listen –
Listen more carefully to what is around you
Right now.

In my world
There are the bells from the clanks
Of the morning milk drums,

And a wagon wheel outside my window
Just hit a bump

Which turned into an ecstatic chorus
Of the Beloved’s Name.

There is the Prayer Call
Rising up like the sun
Out of the mouths of a thousand birds.

There is an astonishing vastness
Of movement and Life

Emanating sound and light
From my folded hands

And my even quieter simple being and heart.

My dear,
Is it true that your mind
Is sometimes like a battering

Running all through the city,
Shouting so madly inside and out

About the ten thousand things
That do not matter?

Hafiz, too,
For many years beat his head in youth

And thought himself at a great distance,
Far from an armistice
With God.

But that is why this scarred old pilgrim
Has now become such a sweet rare vintage
Who weeps and sings for you.

O listen –
Listen more carefully
To what is inside of you right now.

In my world
All that remains is the wondrous call to
Dance and prayer

Rising up like a thousand suns
Out of the mouth of a
Single bird.

~ Hafiz ~