Let my words become like a skilled
Potter’s hands,
Quieting,
Smoothing your life
With their knowledge,
Reaching into your tender core
And spreading you out
Like the morning …
~ Hafiz (1315-1390), from “Your Shape of Laughter” in “The Subject Tonight Is Love. 60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz”
Photo: katrinauld. Poem via finita–la–commedia

Love Hafiz 🙏🏻
Me too…
Beautiful
It really is….
His words are always like a skilled potter’s hands…
They are. Words building on each other. Eyes and minds following along on what is no doubt a sacred journey…
He’s one of only ahandful, who’s words are strung so beautifully.
And his words are always the most condensed. One cannot reduce it any further.
The very core of the universe speaks through him.
Yes!
Be kind
to your sleeping heart.
Take it out
into the vast fields
of Light
And let it
breathe.
~ Hafiz, from I Heard God Laughing: Renderings of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky. Mobius Press, Oakland, CA, pp. 73.
“Run my dear,
From anything
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.”
– Hafiz
“Stay close to any sounds
That make you glad you are alive.
Everything in this world is
Helplessly reeling.”
~ Hafiz, from The Gift
Awww. Helplessly reeling….
Every desire of your body is Holy. Dear one, why wait until you are dying to discover that divine Truth?” ~ Hafiz
OK, let’s close with:
Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
“You owe me.”
Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.
From Daniel Ladinsky, The Gift: Poems by Hafiz (1999), p. 34.
🙏
Have a beautiful day!
What a beautiful exchange, you two!!
Trying to draft on the Queen is challenging to say the least.
Seriously. She means bidness.
Big Bidness.
“One regret dear world,
that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed
is that I did not kiss you enough.”
~ Hafiz
Love the visual this creates
Visually scrumptious! Yes.
Loved the original poem, but delight in this exchange with Sawsan even more….💕💕
That Sawsan, she’s a spark in our lives….
Love the original poem, but delight in this exchange with Sawsan even more!
That Sawsan, she’s a spark in our lives….
Absolutely!! A shining light for sure….💕
Me too!
I’m in love!
The best ultra-short-stories ever…. And thank you guys for the further poem exchange. Can’t get enough (be still my heart!). Happy weekend, enough sleep, some inward time, only good thoughts and as little worries as possible (thinking of your brother).
Thank you Kiki…
As an occasional potterer I can so relate to this – perfect combo. I didn’t do the wheel, only free-forming but it’s the very best therapy, apart from singing – and in the worst case, you throw the clay down on the work table, smooth it out and begin once more. Sooooo soothing!
I’ve never done it but need to. So need to. I can feel that clay on my hands…
It’s a feeling unlike any other. It soothes, it gives your fingers, but mostly your mind some rest, it’s peaceful, you CANNOT HURRY, and although it’s so calming, you still have to get your grips together or you will end up with something nobody would like.
But I have news: You are not having the time to do it – sadly. It’s not something you can squeeze in your mega-compressed daily life. That’s the whole idea behind it (for us ‘Sunday’ potterers). But it’s really, really, really a wonderful pass-time. And with some luck, you create beautiful gifts too.
OK, OK, OK, maybe not now, but it’s on the list. You have sold me in the beauty of it all.
I’m glad I could do something for you for once!
Delightfully delicious for a Saturday morning. Thank you David 💛
It is. Thanks Val. Have a good weekend.
Ahhhhh… yes. Sounds nice. BTW, even though I retired ages ago, I still love Saturday mornings.
Nothing like the peace of Saturday mornings.
“Skilled” Potter’s hands…
I like that 😉
I bet YOU do! 😀
I love how you and Sawsan and any other of your followers pick up and join in on your poetry exchanges.
I really need to widen my horizons.
Laughing. Worry about taking care of your feet first.
Please… just paid $160 for a new pair to maybe be able to finish the season (which, in itself is iffy, to say the least). Pain is now shooting up my shin.
No bueno.
Ay…..
ay, ay…