This
Path to God
Made me such
an old sweet beggar.
I was starving until one night
My love tricked God Himself
To fall
into my bowl.
Now Hafiz is infinitely rich,
But all I ever want to do
Is keep emptying out
My emerald filled
Pockets
Upon
This tear stained
World.
Hafiz
The ability to observe without evaluating is the highest form of intelligence. J. Krishnmurti
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