The poem is still a work in progress, so I will not share it today…
As I mentioned in a post earlier this week, I have been reading Daniel Ladinsky’s translations of poems by the Sufi poet Hafiz. Almost every day this week I have picked up the collection of poems found in The Gift and let the book flip open to a page. I read the poem that lives on that page aloud. And take a breath. And sit with it. And try to eek out all the answers I can find from it.
Today, the poem* living on the page I turned to:
The words stop
And you can endure the silence
That reveals your heart’s
Or that great wrenching-sweet longing.
That is the time to try and listen
To what the Beloved’s
Part of the practice is an inner-guided, silent meditation. Another part of the practice is a speaking meditation of sorts. Listening to the silence, then listening to myself as I give energy to the words that are trapped within my throat, and then coming back to the silence once again. Opening the head and the heart to something greater than me.
Today, I opened The Gift and discovered…
this poem is my practice.
*shared with permission