Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Time to Plant


Your Seed Pouch

Hang from the night sky 
So that your eye might draw 
One more image of love upon your silk canvas 
Before sleep. 

Words from Him have reached you 
And tilled a golden field inside. 

When all your desires are distilled 
You will cast just two votes: 

To love more, 
And be happy. 

Take the sounds from the mouth-flute of Hafiz 
And mix them into your seed pouch. 

And when the Moon says, 
“It is time to 

Why not dance, 
Dance and 

~ Hafiz


Jeanie said...

I love the idea of mixing sounds into your seed pouch. In fact, the whole idea of a seed pouch is both poetic and very visual! Love the swag!

Laurie said...

Love this Marilyn!!! Have a wonderful evening.

Angela McRae said...

How beautiful--pictures and poetry both!

Jeanne said...

Beautiful verse and I love all of your postings.
Love Jeanne

Mary said...

I recall the 'planting' by the moon' in Tuscany - the droning of the tractors crossing the high fields with their headlights on, the moon shining down helping light their way.

What a beautiful poem Marilyn - are you saving seeds from all those lovely flowers in your garden? Here's to singing and dancing - followed by a nice cup of tea!

Off to see Vanessa tomorrow - lots of treasure hunting planned - also a visit to IKEA as we don't have one around here.

Happy weekend - love, Mary

Butterfly 8)(8 Bungalow said...

So pretty. I'm going to try to plant a food garden, I need to have it ready by September first.