The
Ship you are riding on,
Look where it is
Heading:
Your body’s port is the graveyard.

Realizing the destiny of each clay bowl
Tossed into the sky
With no one to
Catch it

I finally
Accepted the Beloved’s kind offer
To enroll

In
His sublime,
Ball-busting course
Of
Spirit
Love.

The
Real love
I always keep a secret
All my words
Are sung outside Her window.
For when She lets me in
I take a thousand oaths of silence.
But,
then She says,
O, then God says
“What the hell, Hafiz,
Why not give the whole world
My
Address?”