WHAT THE PROM QUEEN GETS
Time an enemy not easy to slay.
It can tear the wing apart,
Sever it with with such an unclean cut
One can bleed for days.
An hour is a clever hallucination,
A year more so,
A lifetime… the grand hoax.
The way sound and light travel, the way
All come from a source that has never moved,
At the height of the action of longing
Or in the perfect resistance to
All the forces of morals…
Everything can stop.
That is where you want to be,
Where the clock's tyranny has lost
Its influence.
One always gets a big prize for that—
For any intelligent, overall functional,
Useful deductions.
The door prize is, heaven wraps itself
In a box and places itself
At your feet.
With such a door prize,
Try to imagine what
The prom queen gets.
~ Hafiz
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"What The Prom Queen Gets" from A Year with Hafiz, Daniel Ladinsky, copyright 2011. www.danielladinsky.com. Printed with permission.
Hafiz on Time
And so time has passed and here we are, at the end of our 12 days of delicious, aged, Persian insights.
It's a funny one isn't it, time? Because experientially all there is, is now, so time becomes a bit of an intellectual concept.