The Seed Cracked Open.
It used to be
That when I would wake in the morning
I could with confidence say,
“What am ‘I’ going to Do?”
That was before the seed cracked open.
Now Hafiz is certain:
There are two of us housed in this body,
Doing the shopping together in the market
And tickling each other while fixing the evening’s food.
Now when I awake
all the internal instruments play the same music:
“God, what holy mischief can ‘We’ do for the world today?” ` Hafiz, The Gift