My friend, Andrew, gave me a gift titled, appropriately, The Gift, a book of poetry from Hafiz, the Great Sufi Master. Reportedly, the poems may be more Daniel Ladinsky (the author/translator) than Hafiz, but either way the poetry is great fun. I try to read a few each morning, and although I am not ready to call it yet, an early favorite has emerged. Other than a meager attempt at a title for this blog entry, I leave this short poem to your individual interpretations.
THE SUN NEVER SAYS
All this time
The sun never says to the earth,
With a love like that,
It lights the