It Felt Love

How
Did the rose
Ever open its heart
and give to this world
all its
Beauty?

It felt the encouragement of light
against its

Being,

Otherwise,

We all remain

Too

Frightened

Like Passionate Lips

there are

so many positions of

Love

Each curve on a branch

the thousand different ways

Your eyes can embrace us

the infinite shapes your

mind can draw,

The spring

Orchestra of scents,

The current of light combusting

Like passionate lips,
the revolution of Existence

Whose folds contain other worlds,

Your every sign that falls against

His inconceivable

Omnipresent

Body

Hafiz c1329-1389 Mystic Sufi poet from Persia