by Dorothy Walters

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The Divine Lover, says Hafiz,
will smash your windows out
to throw in holy gifts.

Did you realize
that the windows would be
all the openings into your own body,
each pore,
that your very soul
would crumble,
that you would lie awake nights
listening to your bones cry out
like hungry ghosts grieving
their lost worlds?

-- from Marrow of Flame : Poems of the Spiritual Journey, by Dorothy Walters

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