In a holy book I have there are pages from
the Bible and the Koran.
And pages from the sutras and from the
Upanishads, the Torah, and the Gita.
And pages of things that unknown saints
wrote in collaboration with the heavens
that people have never seen.
And pages of the wisdom of animals and
their young singing while they played, the
way we once did with the stars.
And pages of plants and pages of sounds.
And pages of earths.
Yes, it is all there in my soul, anything ink
has ever preserved, anything that stone ever
begged to have carved on it, anything any
instrument gifted from its mind, or a brush
left for us to see. Any space sanctified by
dance, I know.
And anything that will ever be, written in
your heart. You, the eyes or ears and cells
that now hear this.
In a holy book I have, in a sacred text I carry,
is the face of everyone who will ever be.
An Excerpt from A Year with Hafiz: Daily Contemplations by Daniel Ladinsky
thank you, the article and the true happiness rays began to warm hearts, when we share it with sincerity. Greetings from Gede Prama 🙂
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You are most sincerely welcome! 🙂
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Love that one! I have that book, but I haven’t stumbled across that particular one yet. Those poems are to the spirit what oxygen is to the cells. The title is a bit misleading, though. In my opinion. I’m just not sure one per day is the optimal dose!
Michael
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That is a wonderful way to think of it, poems for the spirit like oxygen for our cells!
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Beautifully written and inspiring. Thanks for stopping by my blog too, I appreciate it.
Karen
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You are welcome, I think I finally got it set in my Reader to get notices when you publish something now . . . so I will be more on top of reading your blog, which I enjoy very much! Thank you for wonderful inspiration.
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