outside my window, the storm is raging. inside, a small orange spider is quietly, dilligently spinning its web. and so it is with me. part storm. part calm work. until i stumble on the perfect remedy for that which is no disease. a poem by Hafiz.
Absolutely Clear
Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
Let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
As few human
Or even divine ingredients can.
Something missing in my heart tonight
Has made my eyes so soft,
My voice
So tender,
My need of God
Absolutely
Clear.
Shams al-Din Hafiz
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