There is much to consider these days. I see those for whom I care connecting in a new awareness of being awake, of wanting to walk for and proclaim their support of true values, values of love, compassion, connection and care. Today I am with this poem by Hafiz. Does it make a difference how we weave and wave the light that comes from and enters our lives? I believe it does.
With That Moon Language
Admit something.
Everyone you see, you say to them “Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud: Otherwise, Someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this, This great pull in us To connect.
Why not become the one Who lives with a full moon in each eye That is always saying,
With that sweet moon Language,
What every other eye in this world Is dying to Hear.
