Tuesday, April 29, 2014

National Poetry Month: Troubled

Troubled?
Then stay with me, for I am not.

Lonely?
A thousand naked amorous ones dwell in ancient caves
beneath my eyelids.

Riches?
Here's a pick, 
My whole body is an emerald that begs,
"Take me."

Write all that worries you on a piece of parchment;
Offer it to god.
Even from the distance of a millenium

I can lean the flame in my heart
Into your life

And turn
All that frightens you
Into holy
Incense
Ash.
~Hafiz

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