When confusion seems to surround you, can you still cast all your votes for dancing?
Cast all your votes for Dancing
I know the voice of depression
Still calls to you.
I know those habits that can ruin your life
Still send their invitations.
But you are with the Friend now
And look so much stronger.
You can stay that way
And even bloom!
Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions’ beautiful laughter.
Keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From the sacred hands and glance of your Beloved
And, my dear,
From the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.
Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins
That may buy you just a moment of pleasure,
But then drag you for days
Like a broken man
Behind a farting camel.
You are with the Friend now.
Learn what actions of yours delight Him,
What actions of yours bring freedom
And Love.
Whenever you say God’s name, dear pilgrim,
My ears wish my head was missing
So they could finally kiss each other
And applaud all your nourishing wisdom!
O keep squeezing drops of the Sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions’ beautiful laughter
And from the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.
Now, sweet one, be wise.
Cast all your votes for Dancing!
Persian poet Hafiz (1320 - 1390)
Some really great answers, or is it dancing? Thank you all!
Ye Gods
:):):) inspiring voice of Hafiz.
Squeezing drops of the Sun.
Dancing,Dancing….
ok vote casted lol
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqKQWhbVvIQ
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Dancing trumps voting any day…why be contained in a tiny booth when i can freely celebrate the entire world of Source? i am a Source samba, a Source waltz, a Source bebop, a Source rhumba, a Source ballet, and a Source line dance.
Digiredoos, bagpipes, sitars, cellos, harps, saxophones, bongos, and all their kin vibrate my heartstrings, change its beat, swing my hips into syncopation, spinning me into spirals of blissfests.
The passing wind, the lapping waves, the pounding rain, skysplitting thunder, cat’s purr, the kettle aboil, nightowl’s hoot, tire turn on open road, the sweeping broom…all rush to the eardrum, beating their irresistable rhythmic patterns.
There are no strange rhythms, no unfamiliar beats. All cadences call to me, all meters meet my need to move…with Source, of Source, in Source. Where dance is not, there is not life.
i am mesmerized by Sourcery, enchanted and beguiled. Poetry, music, art, nature, mathematics, science, architecture, and more, reflect my own pulsing heart…i am the Sourcerer’s Apprentice, singing and swaying, bodypraying.
i am Sirius
That way you can forget yourself for a while. It is considered good to dance forgetting our own self.
Thank you for the wonderful poem by Hafiz! I have loved his words from the moment I first read them!
Now to answer your question I give you a quote from Speed Levitch… "On really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion. "
Nope.
Conservatives don’t dance.