Gather Yourself

More about Gather Yourself

Gather yourself not
in the cheapest
room at the inn,
F E A R—
when so near
you may rest
in the best,
for I know
the Keeper
of the Inn,
and we are
the Best
of Friends,
and like our
mothers,
has known us
long before
we left
the warmth
of the womb
to bring
something good
into the world—
Listen, the whisper
prayers of our heart
shall impart
somewhere
in the world,
a little miracle, and,
for the TRUST
we have in this,
and in the most
Divine Heart
of All—
We shall have
a KEY
to the BEST room
at the inn.


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.)