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Engaging Life at Turtle Rock Farm.
Our February 2015 Newsletter


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                                                            Photo by Pat Hoerth

The Old City of Jerusalem,
with its many temples, mosques and churches,
some literally built on the ruins of the others

 

Would You Think It Odd?

Would you think it odd if Hafiz said,

‘I am in love with every church
And mosque
And temple
And any kind of shrine

Because I know it is thereThat people say the different names
Of the One God.’

Would you tell your friends
I was a bit strange if I admitted

I am indeed in love with every mind
And heart and body.

O I am sincerely
Plumb crazy
About your every thought and yearning
And limb

Because, my dear,
I know
That it is through these

That you search for {God.}

I Heard God Laughing; Renderings of Hafiz
Translation by Daniel Ladinsky

August Sky Above Turtle Rock Farm

“The Sun Never Says”

Even
After
All this time
The sun never says to the earth,

“You owe
Me.”

Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the
Whole
Sky.

— Hafiz, The Gift

 

Dried Seed Pods on the Prairie

I
Do not
Want to step so quickly
Over a beautiful line on God’s palm
As I move through the earth’s
Marketplace
Today.

I do not want to touch any object in this world
Without my eyes testifying to the truth
That everything is
My Beloved.

Something has happened
To my understanding of existence
That now makes my heart always full of wonder
And kindness.

I do not
Want to step so quickly
Over this sacred place on God’s body
That is right beneath your
Own foot

As I
Dance with
Precious life
Today.

— Hafiz, in The Gift

An evening rain
and this morning the air is cool
really cool
and softly life-giving
if one can sit still long enough
to feel it wrap around
her face and back and arms
and squeeze out the hot air within
in a deep and free
sigh.
It is sunny too –
cool and sunny-
and the grass sparkles with raindrops
that can hopefully
make their way to the soil
before the wind dries them.
Soft gray and white kittens
shake the wet off their paws
and then are distracted
by grass blowing in the wind
which they try to capture in their paws
then get distracted by each other
and roll around together.
A fairyland kind of fungus
has popped out of the mulch
in the flower bed just off the porch.
The wind chime rings,
the crickets sing
and a few red-winged blackbirds chatter softly.
Mockingbird sends out an alarm.
Surely,
if you’re looking at the bigger picture,
from atop the Hackberry,
an alarm warning is warranted;
but on the porch
this clear, cool, sweet morning,
I give myself a break and
focus only on softness and sparkling
and another embrace of cool air,
for as Hafiz says:

Hafiz knows
The torments and the agonies
That every mind on the way to Annihilation in the Sun
Must endure.

So at night in my prayers I often stop
And ask a thousand angels to join in
And Applaud,

And Applaud
Anything,
Anything in this world
That can bring your heart comfort!

I Heard God Laughing; Renderings of Hafiz, By Daniel Ladinsky