Thursday, August 30, 2012

Your Scent I Know

The ferry to any shore, to any land,
to any realm, it is the wine cup, the heart.

An unseen vessel it is though to most,
love, but so capable of travel, via a prayer
or a soul's deep wish.

And your spirit's arms, they can reach out
and really touch anything you want to hold.

It should be that way, and it is.
For you, dear, all within time, are right before me.
Your scent I know; your ways I shape.

– Hafiz
A Year with Hafiz: Daily Contemplations
(translated by Daniel Ladinsky)

For more of the poetry of Hafiz at The Wild Reed, see:
Never Say It Is Not God
It Happens All the Time in Heaven

See also the precious Wild Reed posts:
"More Lovely Than the Dawn": God as Divine Lover
The Many Manifestations of God's Loving Embrace
The Inherent Sensuality of Roman Catholicism
Getting It Right
One Fearless Kiss
Sex as Mystery, Sex as Light
Song of Songs: The Bible's Gay Love Poem?
Sergius and Bacchus: Martyrs, Saints, Lovers
Honoring (and Learning from) the Passion of Saints Sergius and Bacchus
"You and I Are One": Blessed Bernardo de Hoyos' Mystical Same-Sex Marriage to Jesus

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