Lanterns
Hang from the night sky
So that your eye might draw
One more image of love upon your silk canvas
Before sleep.Words from Him have reached you
And tilled a golden field inside.When all your desires are distilled
You will cast just two votes:To love more,
And be happy.Take the sounds from the mouth-flute of HaFeZ
And mix them into your seed pouch.And when the moon says,
‘It is time to
Plant,’Why not dance,
(HaFeZ : Aka The Holy Mouth Poet. (1315-1390). A poet, a playful genius, a Sufi Master, a spiritual teacher, and embraced as “a poet for poets” by Emerson. Humor and Heart and the Dance of Life fill the pages!)
Dance and
Sing?
I feel that my dick is among these many on this site. I am gay, straight, and bi all the time. Nature seldom works in neat categories.