The Sky A Seed Husk That Cracked Open

The below verse is from a new Hafiz poem-rendering I started working on, and have used a line in it for the title to this blog entry, that I felt in some ways wed Buddha and Hafiz.

My heart and the sky are a seed husk that cracked open. Now I am perched on a limb with God, radiating out, giving life—offering compassion to all beings. Giving existence to the Infinite from my womb and kiss!

—Hafiz

Buddha and Hafiz and Rumi. I think they have in ways been in cahoots for centuries, via: that Rumi and Hafiz can in very real ways serve drinks from Jesus and Buddha and God— after hours in the bar. And too, the best of Rumi & Hafiz can be— Carl Jung times ten gone poet. My gosh, therein what a great deal a good Hafiz or Rumi book can be. 

My blog entry before this one is in part titled: A serious koan from the classroom of Zen 102. Let that high-five yah.

What is the value of Zen? I heard the moon was once asked that question and she replied:

Well, it kicked my ass up here!

Indeed, we should do all we can to bask in the Sun like her. And then give to this world the tender light and beauty— as her heart does. And our soul so wants to join in!

Thought this was finished, I do like those last couple lines! But now OOOO! Seems I have more to say— as it can feel at times like Buddha or Hafiz or Rumi (or some wild angel or Yoda on a butterfly wing) invited me to do a photo shoot of them. And at first they said: "Pose me from what you think are my best angles.” And then I do that, the best I can. But then they say: "But what about this angle!” And then I see something in them I (and maybe the world) never have. And that is what I feel my books and writing, at times, can offer. Like maybe this… from eavesdropping on a dream of the Sun. 

Eavesdropping On A Dream Of The Sun

That could make a good book title. And maybe this better yet, and clearer, and I think it is what every life is really all about and what we are all ever evolving toward:

Waking In God's Dream

Gosh, my pen— I seem to be able to dip in an inkwell God swam in. No wonder I have some 10,000 still unpublished poems, all kinds of new book ideas, and two great plays on the stove. And my blog entries can feel like little e-books I can love and help complete me— that I hope can give to you!

But now I will close with another little Zen thought— and another possible book that could be titled: 

A Big Koan: A Tear

Maybe I could somehow get Carl Jung on board to co-author that one with me. And then when Carl and I were doing a book signing, if someone, who had yet to read the book, said to Carl: "What does that mean CJ... A Big Koan: A Tear?"

Carl might respond, "Well for starters, I will quote some of Danny's Hafiz from his wonderful book— I Heard God Laughing! The poem is just one line and very koan-ish in itself, and goes:

O wondrous creatures, by what strange miracle

do you so often not smile!"

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Yes, we are suns and moons meant to emanate light upon this earth, and upon the wondrous earth each creature is! For any tear we should have a thousand laughs! And we should more join the mountains and the rivers and the birds singing. Singing!