my beloved HAFIZ counsels:
"Love wants to reach out and manhandle us, break all our teacup talk of God.
If you had the courage and could give the Beloved His choice, some nights He would just drag you around the room by your hair, ripping your grip all those toys in the world that bring you no joy.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly and wants do rip to shreds all your erroneous notions of truth that make you fight within yourself, dear one, and with others, causing the world to weep on too many fine days.
God wants to manhandle us, lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself and practice His dropkick.
The Beloved sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.
But when we hear He is in such a 'playful drunken mood' - most everyone I know quickly packs their bags and hightails out of town." - HAFIZ
what do you think of this?
I laugh and love...and can identify with the Beloved at times...
