It is true.


I once had an ear that got sold to a fish.


Lean back: I will be glad to tell you all about


How it happened,


But first I must digress a bit,


Perhaps way beyond any logical sequence


Of events


We may ever again piece together.




Lets see,


We could start anywhere,


With any word,


In this fertile luminous world in which I live.




What is the first letter of your alphabet?




A,


OD


That will be just fine.




Art is the conversation between lovers.


Art offers an opening for the heart.


True art makes the divine silence in the soul


Break into applause.




Art is, at last the knowledge of


Where we are standingD


Where we are standing


In this Wonderland


When we rip off all our clothes


And this blind mans patch, veil,


That got tied across our brow.




We are partners straddling the universe.


Someone inside of us


Has one foot


Upon each resplendent pole.


Someone inside of us is now kissing


The hand of God


And wants to share with us


That grand news.




You will find yourself knee-deep in ecstasy


When all your talents to love


Have reached their heights.




Hafiz, time, space, and boredom


Are just passing fads.


All your pain, worry, sorrow


Will someday apologize and confess


They were a great lie.




Lets see,


O yes,


Look how we got distracted,


Beyond logical events.


I remember we were talking about:


The Ear That Got Sold to a Fish.




It is true


The moon once put a price


Upon my head.


And then hired a gang of


Young thugs.


It seems the Beloved felt


I had been telling too many secrets,


Giving too much of His precious wine


Away for free.




So I got called before a fat burly judge.


But I pleaded my own case well.


I said,




It is all the fault of prayer,


It has filled me with divine treasures


That I love to loosely spend.




So,


I brought a ticket for my eye


Upon that White Sky Bird


That never touches ground,




And I bribed an ancient deep-sea fish


To buy my ear and drown.




Now whenever the Beloved whispers


Or even slightly moves


I get a scouting report


That a thousand saints could envy


And would pawn their hearts to know.




Hafiz has become


One of the greatest spies upon God


This world has ever seen.




That is why the moon once got rough.


That is why that fat burly judge


Once crowded all of heaven into a small jury box.




God knowingly did risk my case becoming famous


If I won.


I think He really wanted my name


To spread forever wide.




Have you ever contemplated the thought


As I once did,


That the Beloved already knew, already knew,


Everything long before,


So long before we were ever born.




But now to end this drunken song


With its essence in refrain:




Art is the conversation between lovers.




True art awakes the


Extraordinary


Ovation.