I am a collector of words

Words feed me, free me, comfort, uplift and heal me. I've been saving my favorites in books, handwritten over the years and thought that perhaps in sharing them, not only am I preserving them for myself, but perhaps others may also find healing in them as I have.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

The Clay Bowl

THE CLAY BOWL'S DESTINY

The
Ship you are riding on,
Look where it is
Heading:

Your body's port is the graveyard.

Realizing the destiny of each clay bowl
Tossed into the sky
With no one to
Catch it

I finally 
Accepted the Beloved's kind offer
To enroll

In 
His sublime,
Ball-busting course
of
Spirit
Love.

Hafiz

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