Hummingbird Songs

Had a visitation by the Green Man. This morning I read a Taoist meditation saying nature speaks through the birds and flowers. Read this poem below as well. Big medicine. By Lauren Raine, 

The Green Man

Remember me, try to remember,
I am the laughing man with eyes like leaves.
When you think that winter will never end,
I will come.
You will feel my breath,
a vine caressing your foot.
I am the blue eye of the crocus,
opening in the snow,
a trickle of water, a calling bird,
a shaft of light among the trees.

Life Starts Clapping

Wherever
God lays His glance
Life starts
Clapping.

The
Myriad
Creatures grab their instruments
And join the
Song.

Whenever love makes itself known
Against another
Body

The
Jewel in the eye starts
To

Dance.

— From The Gift by Hafiz

Tripping Over Joy

Concentration-small

What is the difference
 Between your experience of Existence
 And that of a saint?

The saint knows
 That the spiritual path
 Is a sublime chess game with God

And that the Beloved
 Has just made such a Fantastic Move

That the saint is now continually
 Tripping over Joy
 And bursting out in Laughter
 And saying, “I Surrender!”

Whereas, my dear,
 I am afraid you still think
 You have a thousand serious moves.

― Hafiz, I Heard God Laughing: Poems of Hope and Joy

One of the most fun aspects of shifting one’s perspective and finding Joy is how much can come into your view right where you are standing when you look at things juuuuuuussssssttttttt right. I wish you clarity and a lot of fun playing.

Here Comes The Sun

Sharing a beautiful poem from Hafiz to brighten your day as it did mine.

Root in Each Act and Creature
– Hafiz

The sun’s eyes are painting fields again.

Its lashes with expert strokes
Are sweeping across the land.

A great palette of light has embraced
This earth.

Hafiz, if just a little clay and water
Mixed in His bowl
Can yield such exquisite scents, sights,
Music – and whirling forms –

What unspeakable wonders must await with
The commencement of unfolding
Of the infinite number of petals
That are the
Soul.

What excitement will renew your body
When we all begin to see
That His heart resides in
Everything?

God has a root in each act and creature
That He draws His mysterious
Divine life from.

His eyes are painting fields again.

The Beloved with His own hands is tending,
Raising like a precious child,
Himself in
You.