Seized by this.
Watching for more from Hafiz.
I think we aspire to be the instrument
when we are only the hole
through which his breath moves.
Most religious efforts seem directed at plugging holes
in the world
in ours or others’ morals
in ours or others’ belief systems
more interested in filling and being filled
than in being hollowed out.
Beautifully puts into perspective those harsh passages
“Deny yourself, hate your father, mother, son, daughter,
and your own life also
take up your cross and follow me.”
What is the cross but the ultimate hole
into which we are invited to fall?
Which takes me to Alice
and to Gabriel’s Oboe…