The Prettiest Mule

Sometimes a mule does not know

What is best for itself.

When the mind is confused like that

It secretly desires a master

With a skilled whip

To guide it to those playgrounds

On the earth's table

Where the Sweet One's light has

Made life more tasty.

Hafiz always carries such a whip

But I rarely need to use it.

I prefer just turning myself into

The prettiest mule

In town

And making my tail sing

Knowing your heart will then

Follow.

lost&found

The clouds part, and there's your Excalibur, waiting

to be plucked from the sky and played.

So you reunite with your beloved trumpet

and as you play,

I'm put under a magic spell and I fall madly in love with you.

So you do your magic schtick a bit more, then sell your magic empire,

(yeah, I said "empire")

and you buy us a sailboat.

But at the time you didn't know

that your magic spell over me didn't work on water

(oh no! a twist!).

It turns out, though, that while we were sailing

I fall in love with you forreals

and then we live happily ever after.

(phew!)

[for the commish]

we could start anywhere

Let’s see,

We could start anywhere,

With any word,

In this fertile luminous world in which I live.

What is the first letter of your alphabet?

A,

O—

That will be just fine.

-Hafiz

standing with an ocean in front of me

(standing there with primark plimsoles on my feet)

even

it’s vastness

reminds me of you.