The birds’ favorite songs
You do not hear,
For their most flamboyant music takes place
when their wings are stretched above the trees
And they are smoking the opium
of pure freedom.
It is healthy for the prisoner
to have faith
That one day he will again move about
wherever he wants,
feel the wondrous grit of life—
Find all wounds, debts stamped canceled,
I once asked a bird,
“How is it that you fly in this gravity
—Hafiz, from The Gift, translated by Daniel Ladinsky
Upon the wings of love shall we all be delivered! In our Beloved’s Nam Lesley thanks for the intimately shared imagery!
Beautifully said, Bobby: Upon the wings of love shall we all be delivered! In our Beloved’s Nam. Thank you!