You know how you get.......

Let's start with some beautiful poetry from Hafez, a 14th century Persian poet

I know the way you can get
When you have not had a drink of Love:

Your face hardens,
Your sweet muscles cramp
Children become concerned
About a strange look that appears in your eyes
Which even begins to worry your own mirror
And nose.

Squirrels and birds sense your sadness
And call an important conference in a tall tree
They decide which secret code to chant
To help your mind and soul.

Even angels fear that brand of madness
That arrays itself against the world
And throws sharp stones and spears into
The innocent
And into one's self.

O I know the way you can get
If you have not been drinking Love.....
                              excerpted from Saved by a Poem

You are no good to yourself or anyone else. My mother was prone to say just those words to me when I was seriously out of sorts....cranky would be a good word for it.  Cranky could too easily turn into petulant and nasty and, well, of no good to me or anyone else.

When you have not drunk from the cup of Love you worry yourself and the world around you.  You make a mark which is noticed and sometimes feared.

Why would you not drink?  Why would you stay away from the deep cup of wholeness and peace for any length of time?  Laziness?  Sort of like that wonderful new restaurant you have heard raves about which is on the other side of town....it takes effort to get there and so you keep putting it off with all good intentions.

Or maybe you have allowed your cup to be drained till dry.  You have poured out and poured out until there is nothing left....and you need to get back, you need to drink deeply, you need to be fed.

Whatever the reason, you know how you get when you have not been drinking Love.

more to come.......