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Tag: Hafiz poetry and photography

“Sculpting Light”


Between a good artist
And a great one


The novice
Will often lay down her tool
or brush

Then pick up an invisible club
On the mind’s table

And helplessly smash the easels and

Whereas the vintage man
No longer hurts himself or anyone

And keeps on



Photographer’s Note:

I have always loved this poem by Hafiz and its layered meanings.

The idea of an artist not giving up, quietly continuing to create, making images of beauty, even when an original project does not come out as anticipated. Always drawing from the depths of Soul, seeing and sculpting the light.

And in our lives – an encouragement for keeping on, through loss, change, the unknown.
A reminder of the Light still alive within, more miracles of life yet ahead to be created.

In happy times, and those of sorrow –  May you always see and sculpt the Light.


Image: “New Road to Taos: Trust”
© 2016, Heidi Straube
Hafiz poem, “The Vintage Man”

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“The heart”



 The heart is a
thousand-stringed instrument

That can only be tuned with

– Hafiz

Image: “Love at First Encounter” 
Heidi Straube © 2014

From the collection, Cape & Islands, “Capturing God”

“Surrender…to You” (Hafiz)


I get to you, Beloved,
The more I can see
It is just You and I all alone
In this

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

And what
Is the use of vanity
At this late hour, at this divine season,
That has now come to my folded

If your love letters are true dear God
I will surrender myself to
Who You keep saying


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

Audio: Heidi reads “Without Brushing My Hair”

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