A Juicy Sufi Lover

Imagination Does Not Exist 


You should come close to me tonight wayfarer

For I will be celebrating you.

Your beauty causes me madness, 

Keeps the neighbors complaining

When I start shouting in the middle of the night

Because I cannot bear all of this joy.

I will be giving birth to suns.

I will be holding forests upside down 

Gently shaking soft animals from trees and burrows

Into my lap.

What you conceive as imagination

Does not exist for me.

Whatever you can do in a dream

Or on your mind-canvas

My hands can pull - alive - from my coat pocket.

But let's not talk about my divine world.

For what I most want to know about tonight is:

All about You.


~ Hafiz  ~