Dissolving in the Infinite

I have opened all the windows in my house

Any words that are spoken about me go in and out

For I have eagles flying around inside

Anything my ears might detect, firsthand or second,

I might give a moment's attention

and then just let it be the tiny evaporating whiff of smoke it is,

dissolving in the Infinite.

~Hafiz

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standing in the middle of a gravel road

I look at infinity

a cerulean sky that goes on forever

mountains that reach out to the heavens

birds on the wing

honking madly as they

fly and swoop

and then slowly disappear into the blue expanse

and there I am

just me

and I am free, for the moment

from all the voices that would define me

outer voices of criticism and praise

inner voices of criticism and praise

and in that moment

I let the Sacred wind blow

through the open windows of my soul

bringing with it the vastness of creation

the soaring greatness of eagles on the wing

the clean crispness of spring air

and my fears and

all those limitations and definitions imposed by

others, and by myself

dissolve

and in that moment I know only one thing

I am a sacred child

Heart Talk

Heart Talk, Speaking like Music

"I wish I could speak like music. 

 I wish

 I could put the swaying splendor for fields into words

 so that you could hold Truth against your body

 and dance."     Hafiz

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I wish I could speak

Oh, I speak a lot

To clients

groups

to my church

I throw words out there

that are often clever

sometimes profound

even eloquent

or so I am told

But sometimes it is clear

that words are not enough

that somehow with the words

must come

essence

(for lack of a better word)

Words must have companions

one's being

one's self

one's energy

one's heart and soul

must journey with them

It is when my words

are woven into the fabric of who I am

that they begin to sing

to be

music

that stirs the heart and soul of others

that touches them

with truth

reality

and stirs in their soul

the faint whisperings of the divine

and binds my soul, my heart to theirs

Grant me God

the grace

the depth

the fullness

so that I might speak like music

Sacred Places

There is no spot on earth that ever became sacred until something danced there

maybe it was just an atom or two...

There is no place in existence that ever became sacred until something sang there

even it just be a molecule, that is enough.  I hear they croon all the time...

Strange the seriousness I see a around the shrines of perfect saints.....

                                                                             Hafiz

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I love my sacred places

Those special spots, where my soul danced

and my heart sang

Those places where time stopped

and the moment was eternal

These are my shrines

my "God places"

where the sacred broke through

It might be a place where

I saw my child play

or heard music of inexpressible beauty

It might be a place where sitting side by side

with someone deeply loved

the mundane was turned into the sacred

It might be a place

where family gathered, and celebrated

or a place where goodbyes

eternal, or otherwise

were said

These are the places where

I dance my faith...

and sing for joy to the heavens

where there is laughter

and the heat of love

where smiles break forth

Thank you God

for the moments

the people

the places 

that have opened the gates to heaven!