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A Golden Compass by Hafiz

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Forget every idea of right and wrong
any classroom ever taught you

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Because
an empty heart, a tormented mind,
Unkindness, jealousy and fear are always the testimony
you have been completely fooled!

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Turn your back on those
who would imprison your wondrous spirit
with deceit and lies.

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Come, join the honest company
of the King’s beggars –
those gamblers, scoundrels and divine clowns
and those astonishing fair courtesans
who need Divine Love every night.

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Come, join the courageous
who have no choice
but to bet their entire world
that indeed,
indeed, God is Real.

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I will lead you into the circle
of the Beloved’s cunning thieves,
those playful royal rogues–
the ones you can trust for true guidance–
who can aid you
In this blessed calamity of life.

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Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

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The God Who Only Knows Four Words by Hafiz

dance dance wherever

Every

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Child

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Has known God,

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Not the God of names,

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Not the God of don’ts,

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Not the God who ever does

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Anything weird,

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But the God who only knows four words

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And keeps repeating them, saying:

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“Come dance with Me.”

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Come

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Dance.

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Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

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One summer a few years ago (maybe more than a few – the time seems to fly) I created wearable paintings (acrylic paint on light canvas) with young dancers. I marvelled at how they adapted to the not-so-pliable fabric enclosing their movements. Like watching a pack of playing or Tarot Cards in motion. Swirling angles and flashes of colour. Only found a few photographs – hence the repetition in design.

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I Have Learned So Much by Hafiz

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I

Have

Learned

So much from God

That I can no longer

Call

Myself

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A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim,

a Buddhist, a Jew.

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The Truth has shared so much of Itself

With me

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That I can no longer call myself

A man, a woman, an angel,

Or even a pure

Soul.

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Love has

Befriended Hafiz so completely

It has turned to ash

And freed

Me

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Of every concept and image

my mind has ever known.

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From: ‘The Gift’  

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

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I did the ink drawing in my Moleskin sketchbook within the last few days

using a Micron drawing pen with archival ink.

And the digital manipulations of the image within the last 24 hours or so

using Photoshop 5.

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I Know The Way You Can Get by Hafiz

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I know the way you can get

When you have not had a drink of Love:

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Your face hardens,

Your sweet muscles cramp.

Children become concerned

About a strange look that appears in your eyes

Which even begins to worry your own mirror

And nose.

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Squirrels and birds sense your sadness

And call an important conference in a tall tree.

They decide which secret code to chant

To help your mind and soul.

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Even angels fear that brand of madness

That arrays itself against the world

And throws sharp stones and spears into

The innocent

And into one’s self.

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O I know the way you can get

If you have not been drinking Love:

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You might rip apart

Every sentence your friends and teachers say,

Looking for hidden clauses.

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You might weigh every word on a scale

Like a dead fish.

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You might pull out a ruler to measure

From every angle in your darkness

The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once

Trusted.

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I know the way you can get

If you have not had a drink from Love’s

Hands.

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That is why all the Great Ones speak of

The vital need

To keep remembering God,

So you will come to know and see Him

As being so Playful

And Wanting,

Just Wanting to help.

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That is why Hafiz says:

Bring your cup near me.

For all I care about

Is quenching your thirst for freedom!

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All a Sane man can ever care about

Is giving Love!

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From: I Heard God Laughing – Renderings of Hafiz

Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

Your Love Should Never Be Offered… by Hafiz

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Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger,

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Only to someone who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife

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Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

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Hafiz (or Hafez) a Persian poet: 1325 – 1390.

I find the vivid imagery in his poem, in a sense, circular.

Which explains my use of repeated images.

While addressing his echo across the centuries.

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You Were Brave in that Holy War by Hafiz

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You have done well In the contest of madness.

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You were brave in that holy war.

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You have all the honorable wounds Of one who has tried to find love Where the Beautiful Bird Does not drink.

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May I speak to you Like we are close And locked away together? Once I found a stray kitten And I used to soak my fingers In warm milk;

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It came to think I was five mothers On one hand.

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Wayfarer, Why not rest your tired body? Lean back and close your eyes.

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Come morning I will kneel by your side and feed you. I will so gently Spread open your mouth And let you taste something of my Sacred mind and life.

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Surely There is something wrong With your ideas of God

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O, surely there is something wrong With your ideas of God

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If you think Our Beloved would not be so Tender.

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– The Gift: Poems by Hafiz the great Sufi Master

translated by Daniel Ladinsky

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The smiling image of Jacqueline Kennedy in Dallas contrasting with the shock and horror she soon experienced has haunted me since my youth. Is it enough to say this Hafiz poem is about coming to terms with grief in a metaphysical context? I do not claim to be an expert on such things but with this project I attempt to address grief. I created digital variations of a coloured – pencil drawing of Mrs. Kennedy in Dallas, November 22, 1963. I used seven of these drawings for a collage series, including drawing & painting, on handmade Japanese paper for a 2003 exhibition commemorating the 40th anniversary of JFK’s death. The poetry video My Story Is Not My Own (below) continues the theme:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=17LZ1XqubyU

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My Eyes So Soft by Hafiz

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Stop Being So Religious by Hafiz

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What

Do sad people have in

Common?

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It seems

They have all built a shrine

To the past

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And often go there

And do a strange wail and

Worship.

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What is the beginning of

Happiness?

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It is to stop being

So religious

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That.

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Translation by Daniel Ladinsky

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The animal figure was originally a shadow puppet created last year by a Grade 8 student in a small Ontario town.  I delivered a poetry and shadow puppetry workshop & we created a quite striking multi media production. I decided to experiment with a photo taken during the workshop. Simultaneously I discovered this Hafiz poem which follows the previous post by Rumi very elegantly.