“Surrender…to You” (Hafiz)
The
Closer
I get to you, Beloved,
The more I can see
It is just You and I all alone
In this
World.
I hear
A knock at my door,
Who else could it be,
So I rush without brushing
My hair.
For too
Many nights
I have begged for Your
Return
And what
Is the use of vanity
At this late hour, at this divine season,
That has now come to my folded
Knees?
If your love letters are true dear God
I will surrender myself to
Who You keep saying
I
Am.
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May 2014 be the year that you recognize the beautiful person that you are – and may you find your most graceful and vibrant ways of living that Being.
I begin this new year on Cape Cod, Massachusetts – in a house on the marsh, down the road from a beautiful beach in Eastham. This is my new nest for the winter.
As I deepen my creative, contemplative, and transformational practices, I invite you to share in the Spirit as it unfolds…in your own work, and with me.
Image: “Boat Meadow Beach at Sunset, Eastham, Massachusetts”
From “A Winter on Cape Cod” © Heidi Straube 2013
Poem: “Without Brushing My Hair,” Hafiz, translation by Daniel Ladinsky
The Inner Path of Photography 