Excerpt from a small, vinyl, dark-blue diary I kept when I was in fifth grade: It’s weird but when you walk into a room of people you can feel the air. The air is a color and a texture that you can see and feel and it’s how people are feeling. But what’s really weird is you can change how they feel if you concentrate really hard.
With That Moon Language, by Hafiz (translated by Daniel Ladinsky)
Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them,
“Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud;
otherwise, someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this,
this great pull in us
to connect.
Why not become the one
who lives with a full moon in each eye
that is always saying,
with that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in this world
is dying to hear?
Hi Allison,
I stumbled across your blog while trying to find this beautiful Hafiz poem. I’m so glad that it directed me to your podcast, which made me cry with its tenderness. I hope you are well. Blessings to you and your family.
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Oh Elaine, how wonderful to find this note! I miss you. How serendipitous that you stumbled across the blog and the podcast. Thank you for your kind words. . . I’m sending love to you and your family. XOXO
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Hi, I was going to post this poem on Facebook so I did a search and found this. I love your introduction, it’s so true that energy runs deeply through us around us and has the ability to connect us. I found your introduction just as insightful as the Hafiz poem.
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Drew, how cool that you stumbled on the poem and intro here. I love the serendipity of that – and thank you for your kind kind words. A happy new year full of Hafiz and connections and energy to you!
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