Beware of the tiny gods frightened men
Create
To bring an anesthetic relief
To their sad
Days.
–Hafiz
Head sinks into Heart
Melted by Core's Silence
greater than God Simply Is
All Disappears
except that which never dies.
ew
9/14/14
3:17 a.m.
(Inspired by Chuck Surface - See Read More below)
September 11 ·
by
Chuck Surface
Entering the "Winter" years, as I am,
Ever more aware of the lowering sun,
I have increasing affection and gratitude,
For the simple fact of existing.
What a mystery, and proof of Grace...
That although I remain, in old age, as I was in youth...
Wounded, broken, and far from perfection,
She remains ever-near in the Heart...
The Tavern of The Beloved.
There, the weary Vagabond, Attention,
Finds Rest and Nourishment,
Healing and Blessing,
And languishes... Besotted by Her eyes.
I hope to die there, when my time comes,
Asleep in an upper room,
Oblivious in Surrender,
Bottle still in hand.
Or perhaps I may drop like a stone,
Here, on the dance floor,
Surrounded by Friends of the Heart,
While spinning in Wonder and Ecstasy.
Or it may be that sitting at the bar...
I will simply rest my head one day,
Unable to hold it up any longer,
Having gazed, Lovingly, so very, very long...
At the Beautiful Bartender.
Chuck Surface
https://www.facebook.com/pages/In-the-Garden-of-The-Beloved/291596150965852?hc_location=timeline
www.GardenOfTheBeloved.com
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Some gods say, the tiny ones
"I am not here in your vibrant, moist lips
That need to beach themselves upon
The golden shore of a
Naked body."
Some gods say, "I am not The sacred yearning
in the unrequited soul;
I am not the blushing cheek
Of every star and Planet--
I am not the applauding Chef
Of those precious sections that can distill
The whole mind into a perfect wincing jewel, if only For a moment
Nor do I reside in every pile of sweet warm dung Born of earth's Gratuity."
Some gods say, the ones we need to hang,
"Your mouth is not designed to know His,
Love was not born to consume
The luminous Realms."
Dear ones,
Beware of the tiny gods frightened men
Create
To bring an anesthetic relief
To their sad
Days.
–Hafiz
Ladinsky tranlation
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2014/09/beware-of-tiny-gods.html