Beautiful Empty Pages
by Hafiz

What kind of work
Can I do in this world?

Who would be kind enough
To hire an old holy Bum,

One with a great reputation
For loving the charms
Of the lawless
And the wild artists and the lewd?

Maybe I could become a poet.

Maybe the Beloved
Will make my love so Pure

That He will come to sit upon
All my Beautiful empty pages.
And when you come to look at them,

He might kick you
With His Beautiful Divine Foot.

I have been turned to ashes. It is time.

Today marks my eleventh year of motherhood. I gave birth to my daughter, Alexandra, eleven years ago. My life has been deeply transformed during that time.

The tower has fallen. It’s time for rebirth and renewal.

Happy birthday, Alexandra. Happy birthing day to me (and to her father).

Today, I make a deep commitment to the rebirth of myself.

Watch me.

LIVE
letting go
washing myself of the past
allowing myself to be loved
by the people who are really here
in the present tense

DREAM
allowing myself to dream again
and possibly understanding
what love truly means
for the first time in my life

LOVE
loving myself
turning my compassion
and benevolence
to myself
finally

A fleeting moment. I love goofiness. One of the things I got from my Dad that I love about myself. I love you, Dad, even if I never see you.