The Unquiet Mind

When

The words stop

And you can endure the silence

That reveals your heart’s

Pain

Of emptiness

Or that great wrenching-sweet longing,

That is the time to try and listen

To what the Beloved’s

Eyes

Most want

To

Say

                                Hafiz, The Gift, p 143

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the unquiet mind

greeted me this morning

with its cacophony of words

chattering

nagging

scolding

worrying

it wanted to join me for my walk

silly thing

but this was not a time for idle chatter

and so my world became

merely

the ground beneath my feet

pebbles and rocks

wondrous patterns of gravel

scattered across wet pavement

a spiders web of cracks

potholes

worms

the slick mud

where the pavement ends

some mornings the endless chatter of the mind

just has

to

stop

so I can listen

to what Sacred

has

to

say