When no one is looking and I want
To kiss
God
I just lift my own hand
To
My
Mouth
Hafiz
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It seems
Like there is very little sacred
About this body
Which carries pain
And age
It seems there is very little sacred
About this anxious mind
That worries about everything
Which desperately grabs for recognition
Very little sacred in the way I talk and don’t listen
In my inability to connect with others
At a deep level
The image of the sacred in me is very blurred
At times
And yet the sacred is woven
Into every fiber of my being
And in the being of every person I meet
Sometimes
The Sacred just needs
A
Little
affection
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