To kiss well one must kiss solely. No groping hands or stammering hearts. The lips and the lips alone are the pleasure. Passion is sweeter split strand by strand. Divided and re-divided like mercury then gathered up only at the last moment.
Sometimes you have to find yourself. And when you do you realize that you may have lost what you wanted in the first place. And you find your self missing something, like a kiss or a word and you hate yourself for not being more forgiving. By then you realize that the one you hurt will never want you. And you know that when you face the uncertain horizon you do so with love that will never fade, but will always grace the intended from afar.
You have not danced so badly, my dear, trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One.
You have waltzed with great style, my sweet, crushed angel, to have ever neared God's heart at all.
Our Partner is notoriously difficult to follow, and even His best musicians are not always easy to hear.
So what if the music has stopped for a while. So what if the price of admission to the Divine is out of reach tonight.
So what, my sweetheart, if you lack the ante to gamble for real love.
The mind and the body are famous for holding the heart ransom, but Hafiz knows the Beloved's eternal habits. Have patience, for He will not be able to resist your longings and charms for long.
You have not danced so badly, my dear, trying to kiss the Magnificent One.
You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.
Hafiz
Source: Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West
How did it happen that their lips came together?
How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts,
that the rose unfolds,
that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees
on the quivering summit of the hill?
A kiss, and all was said.
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