Hanging with Hafiz
Your heart is the instrument of love. When it is out of tune, you experience fear. Say what you must, but there are many who care about you. They wish to see you at home. Do not shun them. Accept their encouragement. Keep moving. Crawl or hop but keep moving. Your joy is waiting. Joy knows your address, even though you try to live elsewhere. You might flap your wings, but do you know the direction to fly? The time has come. For far too long you have been a fool thinking that you are other than love. Now your costume is falling off. Without your mask of fear, there you are, bursting into a profusion of joy. You are revealed as the one. Laugh or weep, do what you want, but you are the instrument of love. To know this is to be at the right address. Joy awaits you with the kettle on for a bit of tea.
