All
the craziness,
All the empty plots,
All the ghosts and fears,
All the grudges and sorrows have
Now
Passed.
I must have inhaled
A strange
Feather
That finally
Fell
Out.
— Hafiz
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I
ask why ? I then I answer just Because………
My cousin’s wife was dying. We had never really hit it off. Who knows why. She thought I was not a serious enough person. I read her this poem. But because we had never hit it off she seemed to take it as some kind of criticism. Me telling her she had something to let go of. So instead of letting go of that and letting in the resolution the poem offers, she didn’t breathe in the strange iridescent feather that fell off the page into my hand as I blew it over to her. And it just floated on down to the ground. But she breathed her last breath peacefully one year later quite well without the benefit of Mr. Hafiz, thank you very much.
I meditate on this poem often –
the idea that letting go is easier than we think is so comforting…