Fill, My Heart

SOME FILL WITH EACH GOOD RAIN
Hafiz

There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.

In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That "love" is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep
For that.


Mossy,

Who takes these precious cups,
leaving the blossom to whither and fade?
Reason, justice, power, vanity and anger
are some potent strangers and thieves.

The heart goes thirsty now and then
when attention, love, is torn away.
But the well is not dry
and oh that water is indeed sweet.

Attention must be for love.
For finding it, internally.
This can be done, but so often the best energy goes to other pursuits.
This fine energy, fine attention, fine faith, must not be given to strangers
but to the divine one within.