Poetry of the Masters: Hafiz & Daniel Ladinsky
There Would Be Fewer Bird Songs
There would be fewer bird songs if our perceptions were greater, less calling out in need, less offering praise; no more seeking noises.
Probably more than half the tunes, the sounds you make, could retire when one’s Beloved is discovered within an easy reach.
If your left hand began to publicly thank your right for helping it with a task, or bringing about some comfort to you or family, that would be a sign you needed professional help.
Someday, for doing meditation, prayer or yoga in a crowd they might just cart you off to the nut house. I will come visit you though, and help you learn about being invisible, and silent.
We were torn from the throne where we sat, all we do is a trying to restore ourselves. There are people in this world who carry a thousand crowns in each pocket wanting to bless, sanction, our many stages, stations, on the path.
Photography by Erich Hartman & Alvin Langdon Coburn & Kevin Stone