Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Image source: Full Moon Rising

Imagination Does Not Exist

You should come close to me tonight wayfarer

For I will be celebrating you.

Your beauty still causes me madness,

Keeps the neighbours complaining

When I start shouting in the middle of the night

Because I can't bear all 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

Tonight is:

All about



renilde said...

Another moving poem and lovely picture, beautiful!

Tom Stephenson said...

I'm washing my hair tonight.

Robin said...

Beautiful Yoli..... and very meaningful to me after meeting up with my Ex over the weekend...

I always come to visit for inspiration! You are a font of it!


♥ Robin ♥

kenza said...

Oh! This is one of my favorite poems by Hafiz. Thank you! (and thank you for your visit and kind words. I am really touched)

Annie Coe said...

Yoli, that is so beautiful and is the perfect writing to describe my relaionship with spirit :-).
Love. xixi

Agneta said...

Poetry written by a free spirit. Your blog is a cyber contemplation for me!

Love from Sweden


My Castle in Spain said...

" birth to suns.." what a wonderful line..I will end the day on that beautiful image..
Besitos to you Yoli