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)
p.129

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
• [D]ewy-Kissed
• Getting It Right
• Charis
• Cherish
• 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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