Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.
When your truth forsakes its shyness
when your fears surrender to your strengths
you will begin to experience
that all existence
is a teeming sea of infinite life
in a handful of ocean water
you could not count all the finely tuned
musicians
who are acting stoned
for very intelligent and sane reasons
and of course are becoming extremely sweet and wild
In a handful of the sky and earth
In a handful of g-d
We cannot count
All the ecstatic lovers who are dancing there
Behind the mysterious veil
True art reveals there is no void
Or darkness.
There is no loneliness to the clear-eyed mystic
In this luminous, brimming, playful world
Hafiz
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