Snow on the pumpkin!

Listen ---- drip, drip, drip ---

First snow before Haunting Day --

Melting already.

Kiss me!

Like a pair of mismatched newlyweds,
one of whom still feels very insecure,
I keep turning to God saying,
"Kiss me."  ----- Hafiz

Happy Birthday!

Today, I cannot write anything more beautiful, more telling, more revealing, more profound, than this, written by Hafiz, the great Sufi master:

There are so many gifts still unopened from your birthday.

There are so many hand-crafted presents that have been

sent to you by God.

The Beloved doesn't mind repeating,

"Everything I have is yours."

Please forgive Hafiz and the Friend

If we break into a sweet laughter

When your heart complains of being thirsty

When ages ago

Every cell in your soul capsized forever

Into this Infinite golden sea.

Indeed,

A lover's pain is like holding one's breath too long

in the middle of a vital performance.

Indeed,

A Lover's pain is this sleeping, this sleeping,

When God just rolled over and gave you

Such a big good-morning kiss!

There are so many gifts, my dear,  still unopened from your birthday.

There are so many hand-crafted presents that have been

sent to your life by God.