Be Still And Go

"If you can’t find your god in the grit of this life, your god is not so big."Where do you find God in the grit of life around you?//A poem by 14th century Persian Poet Hafiz (1320-1389 CE)Translated by Daniel Ladinsky Somegods say, the tiny ones,“I am not here in your vibrant, moist lipsthat need to beach themselves upon the golden shoreof a naked body.” Some gods say, “I am not the scarred yearning in the unrequited soul;I am not the blushing cheek of every star and planet— I am not the applauding Creator of those precious secretions thatcan distill the whole mind into a perfect wincing jewelif only for a moment; Nor do I reside in every pile of sweet warm dung bornof the earth’s gratuity.” Some gods say, the ones we need to hang, “Your mouth is not designed to know His, love was not conceived to consume the luminous realms.”Dear ones beware,beware of the tiny gods frightened menworship To bring an anesthetic control and reliefto their saddays.//This episode was written and recorded by Amanda Meisenheimer.