Where we live
Is no place to lose your wings
So love, love,
We share our tools and instruments and plates;
We are companions on this earth
As the sun and planets are in the sky.
We are all sentries at our sacred humble posts.
The stones and stars envy the movements
Of your legs and tongue
And call to you to sing on their behalf.
The atoms in your cells and limbs are full of wonderful talents;
They dance in the Hidden Choir Spirit conducts.
This love you now have of the Truth
Will never forsake you.
Your joys and sufferings on this arduous path
Are lifting your worn veil like a rising stage curtain
And will surely reveal your Magnificent Self
So that you can guide this world like Spirit
In the Hidden choir
Spirit and his friends will forever
The poem “Tired of Speaking Sweetly” by Hafiz inspired me to look deeper into how important it is for entrepreneurs and business owners to examine and rip to shreds any erroneous notions of truth that may have crept into their business. Business can and will take on a life of it’s own and begin to run us –we may, for example, start to live by the measures of others or shoot for goals and targets without examining unexpected collateral damage. We may have evolved consciously, but our old models and beliefs, unchecked, can hold us in a stagnant default pattern.
One of the directives contained in Love’s Guide to Business methodology is “Break Down Illusion/Delusion” ~ the directives are like stages, yet they must be revisited on an ongoing basis. Breaking down illusion/delusion involves uncovering ourselves long enough to see where habit and protection are smothering business creation. Taking the time to re-examine such things as objectives, motivations, and unexpected impacts (good and bad) keeps an enterprise alive, vital and PASSIONATE.
Once in a while, drag yourself around by the hair and give yourself a good talking to –hold yourself upside down and shake all the nonsense out. Remember that creation and letting go serve the same end -in this case, the unfolding of powerful conscious business.
Tired of Speaking Sweetly ~ Hafiz
Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.
If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth
That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,
Causing the world to weep
On too many fine days.
God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.
The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:
Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.
But when we hear
He is in such a “playful drunken mood”
Most everyone I know
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
Out of town.