November 2, 2025
Today in contemplation
Hanging with Hafiz
You are missed. All come to visit and you are not there. Many lives ago you looked to see and were struck blind. Sex became your passion. Coins became your bounty. You could not be reached. But that was ages ago. Now you feel free. Still, you are a mess. At times you weep. You have no taste for worldly ways, so you run pell-mell at the truth, then trip into the mud. You beg to see, but the light blinds you. It is time to wake up. Kiss the night goodbye. Release your teachers. Forget the masters. You know nothing. Joy comes knocking and you are not there. Return home. Cross the threshold. Do you need a kick in the butt to get you through the doorway? There is no lack of volunteers. All await your return.
