We are not skin. We are not bones.
Our essence is Spiritual, and
our bodies merely the
vehicle for our being.
Each person is an invisible
spiritual dweller in a human
experience, continuing to
unfold as a spiritual being
even after the transition
called death. This life is
only a precious fragment
of all that God has in store
for us.
***
The Gift
By Hafiz (c. 1320-1389)
The Great Sufi Master of Persia
Our
Union is like this:
You feel cold
So I reach for a blanket to cover
Our shivering feet.
A hunger comes into your body
So I run into my garden
And start digging potatoes.
You ask for a few words of comfort and guidance,
I quickly kneel at your side offering you
My whole heart –
As a gift.
You ache with loneliness one night
So much you weep
And I say,
Here’s a rope,
Tie it around me,
I
Will be your companion
For life.
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