I think this could be a great title to a perfect Sunday morning sermon, held in a Buddha after hours in a bar workshop, for any spiritual connoisseurs, if they were not too hungover from a night of partying— and maybe even if they were.

Still, I asked God the best I could what She thought of this idea: anyone more unveiling Her. Felt a little feedback was needed. Though to be honest, I never got a definitive response; except… except, I did happen to see a Zen Master midair on a butterfly wing the next day— high-fiving everyone, and he gave me two— and even an elbow bump, which I took as celestial approval. So now here we are ... me telling the tale.

I actually finished a little book, well a good rough, that now sits on my agent's desk titled:

Zen Can Pull The Pants Off God

Aka: Time To See Reality

Now we just need a brave publisher. Though the book does get rather eloquent in spots, and scholarly, and surely has utility. And I hope it does not undermine my career, cause I do really take my writings very seriously. O yeah! As most of the blogs on this site are. I put a lot into some of them. Though this one is surely a big chunk playful, at least so far; but now the wind shifts. As I think Krishna or Arjuna just— poked me with an arrow. Soooooo ....

There is a wonderful, rich Hafiz line I offered in my last blog, before this one. I so like the esoteric sophistication of this image and words. They go:

Gazing at the most intimate regions 

of Her, is now how I see all things.

              —Hafiz

Sounds like enlightenment to me. Sounds like knowing the Reality: that every form and sound and movement is really a thousand dancing suns; and that everything, everything is Buddha offering us a high-five and elbow bumps. But, no doubt, what an advanced, elite classroom one must be sitting in, living in, to really see that. I believe my own teacher did. 

There is a transformative DNA in the sounds of a real teacher; or their presence even in spirit. They affect. They are golden seeds, as can be genuine, mystical poetry— which can be most imbibed, I feel, if read slowly and out loud. Take advantage of a physics there. Try it. Our body, our heart, is like an earth that naturally responds to elements. Let what is in heaven, and the beauty in this world— rain on you more. 

Gazing at the most intimate regions of God.

Gazing into the soul of all Light, of all Love.

Gee whiz. What a remarkable thought, moreover an experience all of us will someday have: Gazing into our Truest Self. Knowing what God knows. Knowing what God knows.

I just woke from a dream about Hafiz; the first I have had of him in several years. I had been up in the middle of the night cruising around the web and honing most all you can see here that I started on yesterday; then went back to sleep. Now it is around 8 AM. 

In the dream I was visiting a Hafiz museum, one that I never knew existed and probably does not in this world. And I was learning some fascinating things I never knew about him, via classes on Hafiz this museum was offering. And new blogs about Hafiz were flooding my mind I could write. And when I woke today, I felt very much inspired to add two more lines to the below first line I thought I was going to end this blog with; making the ending now the three lines. Those being this endearment about our destiny, our one-day realization:  

I am the heart of birds, I am the mountain’s soul.

I wrote every song. I give every kiss. Your limbs

are attached to my body, but even closer we are.

      —Hafiz