Come out and play

Tie yourself as a bell

To herds of mating camels

And spring flocks of clouds and birds

Tie yourself to spawning stars

And to leaping whales

In a game of tag with the Moon!

Tie yourself to everything in creation

That got poured from God’s magic hat.

                                                                Hafiz (The Gift, p. 265)

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I am always

going along for the ride

connecting my heart and soul

to this and that

ah but I do not choose wisely

out of all the things in the world

to which I can

tie myself

I too often choose those things

That bind and hinder

And drag me into the abyss

It is my choice

I do it to myself

No one asks me

To be anxious and worried

And weighed down

But I can choose instead to

“catch the joy as it flies” (Blake)

To tie myself to the stars and moon

To the dancing wind

To the eagle that soars

To the racing clouds

I can choose to

Free my soul to enjoy

Sacred Presence

And the Sacred One is

always calling me

to come out

and 

play