Love

Stones are longing for what you know.

If they had the graceful movements
Of your feet and tongue,

They would not stop laughing
Between their ecstatic dance steps
And unbroken praise.

Your heart beats inside a sacred drum,
Its skin is tanned and stretched-
Our skin is alive and stretched-
With the wild molecules of Wondrous Existence.

Your mind and eyes are an immense silk cloth
Upon which all your thoughts and movements paint.

Now awake, dear pilgrim,
With your thousand swaying arms
That need to caress the sky.

-excerpts from "They Call To You To Sing"
by Hafiz