honor yourself: a poem

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

a poem

check this out.......this just completely rocks!

and NO! i didn't write it! ah, but if i only did....
this is from hafiz....

What
We speak
Becomes the house we live in.

Who will want to sleep in your bed
If the roof leaks
Right above
It?

Look what happens when the tongue
Cannot say to kindness,

"I will be your slave."

The moon
covers her face with both hands

And can't bear
To look.

2 comments:

Pamela Jones said...: Awesomely powerful!; September 28, 2010 at 8:33 AM
Erica said...: I adore Hafiz... so beautiful and loving... the way the words weave themselves around kindness and compassion...

Sigh.

Thank you for a good start to my morning.; September 28, 2010 at 10:54 AM

it was hers

“they took. they invaded. they pushed. they violated. in so many different ways. a lifetime of pushes and takings and making her feel less than valuable. sitting back, she began to see it. how it had gone on and on. and in seeing it, she began to realize - it was up to her now to shout, to whisper, to sing, to move and to believe in her value. no more taking that from her. it was hers. no more giving it away. it was hers. proudly, with strength and with knowing, she held it. she lived it. she became it.”