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Hafiz – Poem 6

All images created by Rebekah Marshall’s prompts using AI on Gencraft.com website.

I am reading Hafiz’s Little Book of Life, poetry by Hafiz-e Shirazi. He is challenging me to become more comfortable with ambiguity. I will share his poem and some of my thoughts on his poem (sometimes with the help of experts when the concepts are too hard for me), followed by a poem and some art inspired by his poem.

Hafiz’s Poem 5:

Here I am

&

Over there

The idle know-it-all

Some thoughts:

What a mischievous way to address the true, vulnerable, real self vs. the ego. The contrast is embarrassingly telling when I look back on situations in my past that were filled with hubris and arrogance. I thought I knew the answers to things of which I had no experience. I must have been insufferable at times. I probably still am. And how comforting to know that Hafiz, the wise mystic poet was aware of the same dichotomy within himself. Now, how to silence the idle know-it-all so I can open myself to learning what I do not know.

My Poem 5:

It is so easy to look at this and that
and know exactly how it should have been.
The answers are obvious in hindsight,
though reality does not have a back test mode.

In trading, being half-right is impressive.
Many a winning strategist lives off that.
Presence, here, with my whole self,
is what brings peace and vanquishes foolishness.

Hafiz. Hafiz’s Little Book of Life. Translated by Erfan Mojib and Gary Gach, Hampton Roads Publishing, 2023.

Lesson 4 The Way of the Wizard

(Poem 24 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“This body is like a roost that my thoughts come home to, but they fly in and out so fast that you might as well say they live in the air.” -Merlin, Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard    

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com https://gencraft.ai/p/HczXK0

Scatter gold dust to the wind-
a reward to her for giving all
the answers to who we are.
Knowing a name means little
these days, for titles are mere
representations of nothing,
lacking solidity, misleading labels.
Analyst, mother of three, married,
divorced, married again –
an unconditioned being hemmed
in by components, containers,
barriers…
We become invisible, hidden,
buried under too many layers
by the weight of the past.
Mother worries they’ve gotten
themselves arrested again.
Wife is pleased he’s proud of her.
Writer toys with the next best
word to make herself sound smart.
To shed the roles like a too-hot
fleece and notice who is thinking
those thoughts awakens the
awareness of the observer.
This nameless state is the real,
pure, fundamental self, the I
behind the I, the untouched
silent soul beyond the noise,
beyond breath, beyond life,
beyond…

@Home Studio –  24th poem of the year

Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp.35-40.

Runner ups for the AI gold dust on the wind photos to accompany my poem: