SO MANY GIFTS
There are so many gifts Still unopened from your birthday, There are so many hand-crafted presents That have been sent to you by God.
The Beloved does not mind repeating, “Everything I have is also yours.”
Please forgive Hafiz and the Friend If we break into a sweet laughter When your heart complains of being thirsty When ages ago Every cell in your soul Capsized forever Into this infinite golden sea.
Indeed, A lover’s pain is like holding one’s breath Too long In the middle of a vital performance,
In the middle of one of Creation’s favorite Songs.
Indeed, a lover’s pain is this sleeping, This sleeping, When God just rolled over and gave you Such a big good-morning kiss!
There are so many gifts, my dear, Still unopened from your birthday.
O, there are so many hand-crafted presents That have been sent to your life From God.
~ Hafiz ~
This poem was read to me twice yesterday. It’s provoked me to think about being gifted and how simply and beautifully I have been offered everything I needed whenever I needed it. I know it reads like utter bullshit, and if I weren’t the person writing it, I might be thinking it too. Nevertheless, it’s 100 percent true, as long as I stay out of my own way, remain grateful, trust in a power greater than myself and continue to envelop and surround myself in the simple gentle practice of living from my heart.
I look forward to the unopened gifts, poised to continue to lean into the graceful invitations they offer; ever-hopeful that my life will unfurl and transform in infinite shimmering incandesence.
Big lovely Namaste tonight. I’m feeling it all!