Hafiz of a Tuesday

[dakinishir]

LOVE IS THE FUNERAL PYRE

Love is
The funeral pyre
Where I have laid my living body.

All the false notions of myself
That once caused fear, pain,

Have turned to ash
As I neared God.

What has risen
From the tangled web of thought and sinew

Now shines with jubilation
Through the eyes of angels

And screams from the guts of
Infinite existence
Itself.

Love is the funeral pyre
Where the heart must lay
Its body.

~Hafiz

My dear friend, who continues to struggle valiantly with depression, randomly chose this poem to close our women's group last night. Felt like a minor miracle. Blessings to you all~