Hanging with Hafiz
There is a sweetness in the air, the scent of love. Where is the battle? Where is the rage? Locked away. There is a madness among warriors, for the horsemen have arrived carrying love in their hearts instead of fear. The apocalypse has collapsed. Sweet love has overcome all. Love is the greatest of works. You are naïve in your apprenticeship of its power. You struggle in the world to find your way. Do not think about it. Love cannot be reasoned. Thought taints love with fear. Emotions rise and the war is on again. Love has become desire. Desire pales as a replacement for love. Desire demands. Love rejoices without expectation. Give yourself to the one who knows. Enter the room-within. Fulfill your apprenticeship in the embrace of love. Open your heart to your true nature. You are love without fear. Joy is the scent of love in a world that knows no fear.
