His Eyes are Painting Fields Again

 

The sun’s eyes are painting fields again.

Its lashes with brilliant strokes are sweeping across the land.

A great palette of light has embraced this Earth.

Hafiz, if just a little clay and water mixed in His bowl

can yield such exquisite scents, sights, music and whirling forms,

what unspeakable wonders must await the commencement

of the unfolding of the infinite petals that are the soul.

What excitement will renew our bodies when we all begin to see

That His heart resides in everything?

God’s root is in each act and creature

from which His mysterious Divine life is drawn.

His eyes are painting fields again.

 

 – Hafiz