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This is from a collection of poems by the great sufi master, Hafiz--the sufi sect is the one that has the whirling dervishes, which are fairly familiar to a lot of folks--who lived in Persia in the early 1300s.
He has an interesting view of God and the world. I like to think about what he'd have to say to the Christian Right of today.
The Tiny Gods
Some gods say, the tiny ones,
"I am not here in the vibrant moist lips
that need to beach themselves upon
the golden shores of 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 Chef
of those precious secretions that can distill
the whole mind into a perfect wincing jewel, if only
for a moment;
Nor do I reside in every pile of sweet, warm dung
born of the earth's
Gratuity."
Some gods say, the ones we need to hang,
"Your mouth is not designed to know His,
love was not born to consume
the luminous
realms."
Dear ones,
Beware the tiny gods frightened men
Create
To bring anesthetic relief
To their sad
Days.
"I promise not to try not to fuck with your mind/ I promise not to mind if you go your way and i go mine/promise not to lie if i'm looking you right in your eye/promise not to try not to let you down."
--Eve6
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