Strange dreams, a Monday and On Hafiz..

What does Monday mornings do to you in particular?

I was walking naked in my dream, searching for a garment, wondering how I did not notice, how naked I was!

Then here I was, with Monday blues, knowing not whether my heart is still on my sleeve!, or whether I am still naked! I have cried all along the weekend, felt my throat open, in a tear, long held, feeling relieved, after months of constipated silence, yet naked, naked, wondering on the heart on the sleeve, glancing at some mirrors, to find my eyes, sagging, worried, relaxed, reflecting, myriad, I open my inbox, serendipitously I find Diane, Diane sending a Hafiz poem, which I share, here with you! You whoever you are!  

Here  goes Hafiz, filling those deep wells in my heart, where even rain water do not reach..

Hafiz, dear reader.. for you and I. 

–Hafiz
Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly.

let it cut more deep

Let it ferment and season you. 

As few human or even divine ingredients can. 

Something missing in my heart tonight                                                                                                           

has made my eyes so soft 

my voice so tender

my need of god absolutely clear