The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
~ Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky in THE GIFT
In prayerful solitude I find not only God and myself but the world and all in it, not as it sees itself but as it stands in reality.