Merge with your doubt.
Drown in bewilderment.
Though
the non-existent
past and future are
too heavy to bear,
take heart.
This empty sky
fills every atom
of
bone and flower,
the stone in the path,
the eye of the ornamental owl
guarding the
gates
of an abandoned sanatorium.
At home with
loss,
you too are weightless,
a golden mountain
dancing in the void.
Ever moved by the stillness
of your Mother's breath,
just fall into dancing and sing,
"I don't know!"
Portrait of Hafiz by Bahman Farshchian
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