Hanging with Hafiz
You are the expressing of consciousness that is existence. You are the perching of birds in the trees. You are the blowing of the breeze. You are the swaying of branches. You are the drifting of leaves on their way to the ground. There is no separation. Gaze upon the world with eyes that see. Do you see yourself as the whole of the all bathing under starry skies? Look around. You might see a ray of moonbeam. Do not complain if you do not. Whining disturbs the birds. Join them in their tune, one that all can sing. Let the birds settle under your sweet voice as the melody carries through the trees. Join all in unity, for there is no other.
