Trust Hafiz to fearlessly expose that which we relentlessly hide.
For me God has always been synonymous with love, yet love has often come at a price. So for the longest time I stood divided between my truth and my experience. It was easier to love God from a distance, like a pleasant backdrop, while I made careful and sound decisions to guard against any incidental losses that he may have overlooked.
When I first read Hafiz, I was shocked to see how he claimed God. It almost sounded like heresy to be on such intimate terms with our maker. Wasn’t God sacred, above this kind of human access, a power to be venerated and exalted in the most holy manner?
By the end of the book, I felt at once an imposter and a pauper, trying to find God in some abstract inconceivable space, always far from me. Keeping vigil by the light of a candle, while he was shining brighter than a midday sun. I realised I had been looking for him in the stories I had told myself or heard about him. I was in love with the idea of God.
Today I know that his sacred presence is not just around us but within us. We are sacred. Our journey is sacred. I feel that the most exciting experience is beckoning to me, a circling of the heart, an opening of the arms in complete acceptance of our divine essence. Today I come to him with the absolute faith and belonging of a child to claim him, to claim myself and to claim my life.
I leave you with the light that is Hafiz.
Now is the time to know
That all you do is sacred.
Now, why not consider
A lasting truce with yourself and God.
Now is the time to understand
That all your ideas of right and wrong
Were just a child’s training wheels
To be laid aside
When you can finally live with veracity
Hafiz is a divine envoy
Whom the beloved
Has written a holy message upon.
My dear, please tell me
Why do you still
Throw sticks at your heart
What is in that sweet voice inside
That incites you to fear?
Now is the time for the world to know
That every thought and action is sacred.
This is the time
For you to deeply compute the impossibility
That there is anything
Now is the season to know
That everything you do