The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.
HafezRead
I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'
Interpretation
Love empowers us to rise above challenges and difficulties.
The quote by Hafez beautifully illustrates the idea that love serves as a guiding force that helps us transcend the heaviness of life's struggles. Despite the obstacles and darkness we may encounter, love provides the strength and inspiration to rise above and soar, much like a bird defying gravity.
In practice
During a speech about overcoming adversity, one might say, 'As Hafez said, 'love lifts me', reminding us of the power of love in our challenges.'
The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.
The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.
For I have learned that every heart will get_x000D_ What it prays for_x000D_ Most.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants to rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of the truth that make you fight within yourself, dear one, and with others, causing the world to weep on too many fine days... The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor: Hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.
Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.
Listen; this world is the lunatic's sphere , _x000D_ Don't always agree it's real, _x000D_ Even with my feet upon it And the postman knowing my door _x000D_ My address is somewhere else.
Do you know what hurts so very much? It's love. Love is the strongest force in the world, and when it is blocked that means pain. There are two things we can do when this happens. We can kill that love so that it stops hurting. But then of course part of us dies, too. Or we can ask God to open up another route for that love to travel.
Wild Nights β Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile β the winds β To a heart in port β Done with the compass β Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden β Ah, the sea! Might I moor β Tonight β In thee!
When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight?
When women cease to be handsome, they study to be good.
Whatever you do, crush the infamous thing, and love those who love you.
When that which loves is united to the thing beloved it can rest there; when the burden is laid down it finds rest there. There will be eternal fame also for the inhabitants of that town, constructed and enlarged by him.
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