Hanging with Hafiz
What have you gained by worrying? It is time to change your tune. You have been whistling in the dark for far too long. You are the scratching of the quill producing a poem. You are the piping of the pipe that puts it to music. You are the singing of the song that is caught by the breeze. Every note carries into the heavens to light up the firmament in joy. Do not say that this is not true. Worry is not your destiny. Awaken to the song of joy within. Without fear of the future, joy blooms in you like the lilies of the field in all their glory.
