I went to Nia class this morning, followed by my first foray in to Zumba. It was fun and silly and sweaty and made me think of this great poem. Sorry there’s no photo. I have an old one of me dancing on my Nana’s grave (in a good way), but I can’t find it, so you’ll have to create your own picture in your mind.
I know the voice of depression
Still calls to you.
I know those habits that can ruin your life
Still send their invitations.
But you are with the friend now
And look so much stronger.
You can stay that way
And even bloom!
Keep squeezing drops of the sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions beautiful laughter.
Keep squeezing drops of the sun
From the sacred hands and glance of your beloved,
And, my dear,
From the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.
Learn to recognize the counterfeit coins
That may buy you just a moment of pleasure,
But then drag you for days
Like a broken man
Behind a farting camel.
You are with the old friend now.
Learn what actions of yours delight him.
What actions of yours bring freedom
And love.
Whenever you say God’s name, dear pilgrim,
My ears wish my head was missing,
So they could finally kiss each other
And applaud all your nourishing wisdom!
Oh keep squeezing drops of the sun
From your prayers and work and music
And from your companions beautiful laughter.
And from the most insignificant movements
Of your own holy body.
Now, sweet one,
Be wise.
Cast your votes for dancing!
Hafiz
