Friday, April 22, 2011
The Equator in My Heart
Back when Borders was sort of my home away from home, I would go there often just to see what jumped out from the stacks. Sometimes I would hear a book call to me and I would reach up and pull it down without question, knowing it would introduce something that would intrigue me, illuminate an idea, or provide food for thought. Such was my introduction to Hafiz.
While roaming around my bookshelves yesterday, I opened to this poem and wanted to share it. The line with the words "water-mark" reminded me of the beautiful collection of music by Enya of the same title. When it first arrived on the scene I was living at my farmhouse in Ansel. The moon over the fields would fall inside those long windows lulling me to sleep with, "Storms in Africa," and "Miss Clare Remembers." I listened to it again last night and felt that same sense of peace. The world is a mysterious and beautiful place.
Here is Hafiz:
"All the Hemispheres"
Leave the familiar for awhile.
Let your senses and body stretch out
Like a welcomed season
Onto the meadows and shores and hills.
Open up to the Roof.
Make a water-mark on your excitement
Like a blooming night flower,
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
Upon our intimate assembly.
Change rooms in your mind for a day.
All the hemispheres in existence
Lie beside an equator
In your heart.
In your thousand other forms
As you mount the hidden tide and travel
All the hemispheres in heaven
Are sitting around a fire
While stitching themselves together
Into the Great Circle inside of
Translation by Daniel Ladinsky
Watercolor: "On the Hill" by Winslow Homer