Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.
Pulling out the chair beneath your mind And watching you fall upon God What else is there for Hafiz to do that is any fun in this world!
This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.
The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.
In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.
Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred... Now is the time for you to deeply compute the impossibility that there is anything but grace.