Wherever
God lays his glance
Life starts
Clapping
Hafiz (The Gift, p.85)
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my children used to talk about
the dad look
that look in my eye that would emerge
when things had gone
far
enough
I used to think that the Sacred One
was constantly giving me
that
look
tired of my erring ways
but now I know
that the Sacred
is more like a grandfather
who has trouble seeing anything wrong
with this beautiful child
and who claps wildly
at every
little
feat
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