Hafiz was the pen name for a Persian poet and mystic who lived about 700 years ago. As we mature, we see the world in new ways. It is an awakening and our eyes open to see new vistas that were always there.
Perhaps like small children, we can learn to just be in the world where everything is new. Several months ago, our grandson played with the little boy in the mirror for about 10 minutes. It was him, but he did not know that and explored the world, because of all its newness.
Somewhere on the journey, we lose that immaturity that allowed us to play with the little boy in the mirror. Maturity is an opportunity to find it again.
What happens when your soul
Begins to awaken
Your eyes
And your heart
And the cells of your body
To the great Journey of Love?
First there is wonderful laughter
And probably precious tears
And a hundred sweet promises
And those heroic vows
No one can ever keep.
But still God is delighted and amused
You once tried to be a saint.
What happens when your soul
Begins to awake in this world
To our deep need to love
And serve the Friend?
O the Beloved
Will send you
One of His wonderful, wild companions—
Like Hafiz.
Teacher as Transformer 