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.

Monday, August 29, 2011

We have not come here to take prisoners,
But to surrender even more deeply
To freedom and joy.

We have not come into this exquisite world
To hold ourselves hostage from love.
Run my dear
From anything
that may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings

Run like hell my dear,
From anything likely
To put a sharp knife
Into the sacred, tender vision
Of your beautiful heart.

We have a duty to befriend
Those aspects of obedience
That stand outside of our house
And shout to our reason
"O please, O please,
Come out and play."

For we have not come here to take prisoners
Or to confine our wondrous spirits

But to experience ever and ever more deeply
Our divine courage, freedom and Light! 

Hafiz


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