Some Poems from HAfiz

A GREAT NEED

Out

Of a great need

We are all holding hands

And climbing.

Not loving is letting go.

Listen,

The terrain around here

Is

Far too

Dangerous

For

That.

WOW

Where does the real poetry

Come from?

From the amorous sighs

In this moist dark when making love

With form or

Spirit.

Where does poetry live?

In the eye that says, "Wow wee,"

In the overpowering felt splendor

Every sane mind knows

When it realizes- our life dance

Is only for a few magic

Seconds,

From the heart saying,

Shouting,

"I am so damn

Alive."

I GOT KIN

Plant

So that your own heart

Will grow.

Love

So God will think,

"Ahhhhhh,

I got kin in that body!"

I should start inviting that soul over

For coffee and

Rolls."

Sing

Because this is a food

Our starving world

Needs.

Laugh

Because that is the purest

Sound.