The tide of my love Has risen so high let me flood over You.
Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!
All your wounds from craving love Exist because of heroic deeds.
Not loving is a letting go. Listen, The terrain around here Is Far too Dangerous For That.
Speak but little, and that little only when thy own purposes require it. Heaven has given thee two ears but only one tongue, which means: listen to two things, but be not the first to propose one.
How Do I Listen to others? As if everyone were my Master Speaking to me His Cherished Last Words.
Grieve not; though the journey of life be bitter, and the end unseen, there is no road which does not lead to an end.
How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!
Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.
Whatis the root of all these words? One thing: Love. But a love so deep and sweet it needed to express itself with scents, sounds, colors that never before existed.
There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.
The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.
Dear Ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring anesthetic relief to their sad days.
Art is the conversation between lovers. Art offers an opening for the heart. True art makes the divine silence in the soul Break into applause.
He was so slim, his heart was visible.
Why does the most exquisite rose have the sharpest thorns.
Hafiz tells us that Love’s Journey unfolds through every process of life. Divine principles are constantly being demonstrated all around us. We cannot learn them through words or books or limited systems of human values. Hafiz says God is fully known only through love, which accepts everything. Love reveals the Universe as a cosmic playground where every thing and being participates in a single, magnificent Game.
I have enough of loss, enough of gain.
Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.
At daybreak on the fortieth day, the archangel Gabriel appeared before Hafiz and told him to ask for whatever he wished. Hafiz had never seen such a glorious, radiant being as Gabriel. He found himself thinking, “If God’s messenger is so beautiful, how much more beautiful must God be!” Gazing on the unimaginable splendor of God’s angel, Hafiz forgot all about the girl, his wish, everything. He said, “I want God!
The idea that a human being can achieve “perfect love” or “perfect knowing” may seem extraordinary, yet it is a belief shared by most spiritual systems.