Out of God's Hat

Because everybody ought to have a little more Hafiz in their life.

OUT OF GOD'S HAT
The stars got poured into
the sky
Out of a Magician's hat last night,
And all of them have fallen into my hair.
Some have even tangled my eyelashes
Into luminous, playful knots.

Wayfarer,
You are welcome to cut a radiant tress
That lays upon my shoulders.
Wrap it around your trembling heart and body
That craves divine comfort and warmth.

I am like a pitcher of milk
In the hands of a mother who loves you.

All of my contents now
Have been churned into dancing suns and moons.

Lean your sweet neck and mouth
Out of that dark nest where you hide,
I will pour effulgence into your mind.

Come spring
You can find me
rolling in fields
That are exploding in
Holy battles

Of scents, of sounds - everything is
A brilliant colored nova on a stem.

Forest animals hear me laughing
And surrender their deepest instincts and
fears,

They come charging into meadows
To lick my hands and face,

This makes me so happy,
I become so happy

That my rising wink turns into a magic baton.
When my soft-eyed creatures see that wonderful signal
We all burst into singing

And make strange and primal beautiful sounds!

My only regret in this world then becomes:

That your shyness keeps you from placing
Your starving body against God

And seeing the Beloved become so pleased
With your courage

That His belly begins to rock and rock,
Then more planets get to leap
Onto the welcome mat of existence
All because
Of your precious love.

The Friend has turned
my verse into sacred pollen.
When a breeze comes by

Falcons and butterflies
And playful gangs of young angels
Mounted on emerald spears

Take flight from me like a great sandstorm
That can blind you to all but the Truth!

Dear one,
Even if you have no
net to catch Venus

My music
Will circle this earth for hundreds of years
And fall like resplendent debris,
Holy seed, onto a fertile woman.

For Hafiz
Wants to help you laugh at your every
Desire.

Hafiz
Wants you to know

Your life within God's arms,
Your dance within God's
Arms

Is already

Perfect!

~ Hafiz


I'm wearing a shirt that was last washed in Colombia... it smells like G's family. prrrrrrrrrrrrrr. miss them....

Guess who?

frost traced every vein
as she lay on the ground
her dress that was once amber
has now faded to brown

she used to be secure
and dance at slightest whim
now frozen and muddied
she's following the wind

others who will take her place
are waiting now in line
they have the youth and beauty
she lost in such short time

her parting gift - to nourish
as she dries to dusty lace
with frost tracing her veins
she lived, and leaves with grace



It's about a leaf silly! an old dead leaf I saw on the ground when I went for a walk this morning... but it was all pretty and frosted over. actually lots of them were.

And now: LIVE! Ripped directly from a paper table cloth at open mic night. (after I wrote it of course, while listening to many inspiring performers)

let me in
take me out
speak before knowing
give voice to my doubt
It's always beginning
& may never end
You want more than is needed
but some rules can bend

What do you need in THIS moment?
I can tell that you're starting to smile
the pigeons are driving me crazy
but I haven't seen you for a while

why can't you tell me the real things
what your heart really said last night
I've already heard this old story
about how it's wrong to be right


I have no idea what it means... honestly. It just sort of spewed. And frankly I'm just so excited that anything even resembling creativity is coming out of me, I don't really care! It's nice to have lots of raw stuff to come back to later and see if it will polish up into anything pretty.

Open mics rock my world. I haven't performed at one for quite a while now. I don't think I've ever seen anyone SOOO awful bad that I would leave, and like Tim was saying - even the people who aren't really ready for performance have something to give, and you always come away with something from the evening, often unexpected. Matt totally would have let me perform last night. I could have used his guitar or something, but yeah.... like I told him, I haven't really touched my guitar in over a month. Well, I've touched it, but not long enough to have something worthy of performing. Open mic tomorrow at Morning Star too. If I even had one mini-set I wouldn't care about doing it at both... I totally want to re-do Matt's poster. It so doesn't grab attention.... I wonder if he would be offended... I might do it anyway. You should be able to see it from across the room! for reals!