Outerwear

More about Outerwear

We may don
many a garment
upon our selves
as we rise
at the start
of the day,
and perhaps
change
as we go
along
from dawn
to dusk and
dusk to dawn—
The coat I prefer
is one of joy
for it is bright
with shining jewels
and gilded brocade,
many colors
that parade
bright
along with me
from day to night,
and as we go
it serves to
help no matter
the weather
of emotions or
toiling souls
who pass by
and should
I need to cover
my eyes, I try
to find shades
of compassion—
Such is the fashion
of my outer wear.

In response, and inspired by a poem within the book, THE GIFT, Poems by HAFIZ, The Great Sufi Master, Translations by Daniel Ladinsky.

Certainly not to say I am a master or even an apprentice in any way of poetry or mystical insight—all is simply a creative endeavor to see what my own mind and heart may say of the poem, to try and put it into my own words, or simply to respond to the ideas set forth by HAFIZ, and translated by Daniel.

(My apologies, this footnote will be repeated as I intend, at least presently, to continue in this mode for awhile. I am quite curious how AI will interpret things and how I may work and play, tweek words and such to perhaps change the direction AI is taking, in the end, hopefully to make a dream worthwhile sharing.)