A woman bartender at a very fine restaurant, in New Mexico, USA, showed me this link to a poem of mine on her phone, when I was recently there for dinner. https://www.belovedontheearth.com/allposts/2018/11/19/how-does-it-feel-to-be-a-heart. She said a new friend sent it to her, and how touched they both were by it. She asked if she could hug me, and began to cry a bit.

What is a real Hafiz or Rumi poem if it can't get some wonderful, cool gay woman hugging ya, and seeing a beautiful tear in someone's eyes? And then even getting a margarita on the house—for cowboying up enough ... to packhorse the poem into this world?

There is a vital utility in a real Hafiz poem, and often unique wit. That is to me, a genuine gauge of true scholarship. Real truth is its ability to give and help someone find the oasis of a deep smile or laugh.

And yeah: Watch out for those “strange prizes” cause life can be strange and complicated enough, just trying to keep things simple.

Learn more from the moon, cause:

the moon asked about

her luminosity said,

“Hafiz helps”