#hafiz

Your love has an eloquent tone. The sky and I want to hear it! ↗

— شمس الدین محمد حافظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafezظ / Shams-al-Din Mohammad Hafez

#hafiz #love

I'm a spiritual person, she said. "I believe in Allah, you know, though I don't always call It 'Allah' and I pray the way I want to pray. Sometimes I just look out at the stars and this love-fear thing comes over me, you know? And sometimes I might sit in a Christian church listening to them talk about Isa with a book of Hafiz in my hands instead of the hymnal. And you know what, Yusef? Sometimes, every once in a while, I get out my old rug and I pray like Muhammad prayed. I never learned the shit in Arabic and my knees are uncovered, but if Allah has a problem with that then what kind of Allah do we believe in? ↗

— Michael Muhammad Knight

#church #hafiz #islam #liberalism #muslim

For I have learned that every heart will get What it prays for Most. ↗

— حافظ

#love

The heart is a The thousand-stringed instrument That can only be tuned with Love. ↗

— حافظ

#hafiz #love

Let's get loose With Compassion, Let's drown in the delicious Ambience of Love. ↗

— حافظ

#hafiz #love

There are So many positions of Love: Each curve on a branch, The thousand different ways Your eyes can embrace us, The infinite shapes your Mind can draw, The spring Orchestra of scents, The currents of light combusting Like passionate lips, The revolution of Existence's skirt Whose folds contain other worlds. Your every sigh that falls against His inconceivable Omnipresent Body. ↗

— حافظ

#hafiz #love

Love is The funeral pyre Where I have laid my living body. All the false notions of myself That once caused fear, pain, Have turned to ash As I neared God. What has risen From the tangled web of thought and sinew Now shines with jubilation Through the eyes of angels And screams from the guts of Infinite existence Itself. Love is the funeral pyre Where the heart must lay Its body. ↗

— Hafiz

#love

This is the kind of Friend You are - Without making me realize My soul's anguished history, You slip into my house at night, And while I am sleeping, You silently carry off All my suffering and sordid past In Your beautiful Hands. ↗

— حافظ

#beauty

Lovers Don't tell all of their Secrets. They might Count each other's moles That reside in the shy Regions, Then keep that tally strictly To themselves. God and I Have signe a contract To be even more intimate than That! Though a clause Mentions Something about not drawing detailed maps To all His beautiful Laughing Moles. ↗

— حافظ

#hafiz #beauty

Not loving is a letting go. Listen, The terrain around here Is Far too Dangerous For That. ↗

— حافظ

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