I found him with a bouquet -- not of flowers but of golden rays of sunshine.
You see, I had recently invited sadness into my home.
Hafiz, he carried a new Spirit.
He recounted the great tale of the journey it took him to go from earth to sky, and back.
Told me of a thousand colored sky he found beyond the blue skies.
It was the Ancient of Days, Life-giving Force, Miracle Worker.
He said that the colors littered the heavens like a garden.
Truly, he was awe-struck, love-filled, teary-eyed
Seeing the great passage between heaven and earth.
Dying or Born, Seeking or Seeing, this passage plugged us into a space of
Divine wonder, awesome glory and holy transcendence.
The encounter with this doorway, our robe of divinity as precious suns of GOD.
Hafiz was moved, still teary-eyed.
He found the place of the great central Sun, Helios--in this garden,
Reveling in its magnetic poise and showers of golden liquid light.
He greeted it, told it of a friend he had to pay a visit to on earth.
He told it how he wanted to bring her a gift that would send her out into
The vast holy lands of her heart.
Fertilize her soul, as this journey has fertilized mine.
With a scarf he received this divine fertilizer that is Light.
In exchange for such a prize without price, he left a dew drop of flowing tears
Reflecting his gratitude and passion for the overflowing made available.
He knew that with the bouquet and this glorious tale,
The garden of my heart would have all its germination needs.
He has found me needing life and left me as a giver of life.
I am a sun of God.